Grim doesn’t scare me. I knew I should be, but even as heat coiled tighter, followed by a desire that bloomed like fire under my skin, I looked at Grim, shaking and breathing heavily, and I knew I was safe.
These feelings are all so confusing, making me feel vulnerable but, with him, I felt protected and secure.
Untouchable.
It's wrong. This shouldn't be right. A werewolf can never be trusted. Most especially their Alpha. Grim himself has warned me many times before, and I’ve seen what he can do— what he really is, yet I can’t seem to feel anything else but safe.
So I trusted him.
I gave myself to him just like when we were on top of the mountain.
“You shouldn’t have said.” He grinned, a wide, predatory flash of teeth. "Has no one ever taught you to run when a monster like me com
