Big Bad Bully

THE BIG BAD BULLY DOESN'T FALL FOR HIS PREYEven if she smells like nutmeg, honey and sin.Even if her chaos and color drips into your black-and-white discipline—and leaves it bleeding.I was raised in a pack that worshipped bloodlines and power.Humans were beneath us—soft, fragile, fleeting things.Fine for entertainment. Never for mating.Especially not for me, heir to one of the most ruthless alphas...