Ella Benson is a sweet soul with dreams of meeting her perfect mate, until a cruel rejection sets her on an unusual career path.
Now, four years on, she has left behind her former girly personality and become a badass soldier for the Werewolf Military Council, excelling far beyond anyone else on her team.
Men? She doesn’t need them for anything beyond physical pleasure. She hardened her heart to love a long time ago. That is until she meets a new handsome face who makes her reconsider her ‘no men, no drama’ policy.
Lucas is the young, soon to be Alpha of the Blackstone pack. Handsome and strong, he has never had to work hard for any woman. Rejecting his mate was hard but it had to be done. For her own good as well as his. Four years later he finds himself pining for his lost love, his chances of finding happiness dwindling as he is haunted by his past decisions.
What do you do when fate provides you with a second chance at love. Do you take it or let it slip through your fingers once again?
Alpha Lucas POV
Heading outside the air hits my face and I suck in a deep breath ready to be engulfed with her overwhelming, delicious scent. I grip the railing for dear life and steady my heartbeat as I hear the tapping of her heels approach. I turn to face her and up close I can appreciate her beauty even better. Her skin looks soft and has a tanned glow. Every inch of her body is perfection. My eyes drift up to her perky breasts hugged by her soft gown and I swear I start to grow hard just at the thought of having them in my hands. Her mouth is slightly parted in shock and I can’t help but imagine how good it would feel to run my tongue along those perfect soft lips.
Sh*t. I need to get myself under control.
“We need to go to our mate! We need to mark her and make her ours right now!!” My wolf claws at my brain begging to be set free to claim her.
He knows what I’m about to do and he’s p**ed to say the least. He’s never been on board with the idea of rejecting our mate. It’s taking everything in me to hold him back and to go against every instinct in my body.
Her innocent eyes stare right through me and this only strengthens my resolve. She’s too innocent. Too pure. She would be better off without me. I take a deep breath and say the words that I know I have to say...
Back in my bedroom I drink the whole bottle quickly and allow myself to wallow in my pain and self pity. I close my eyes and instantly picture her beautiful face looking at me with pain and confusion. I feel a tear slide down my face in response. I’ll allow myself this one night to grieve for the relationship that I snuffed out before it even had a chance. As of tomorrow. It’s time to move forward. Without her chocolate eyes. Without her love.