Falling in Love with the Man of My Nightmares (That's [Para]Normal #4)

by Camilla Evergreen

Weakness was not a sensation he found himself familiar with often. And the way she looked at him… The barely restrained hatred in her deep brown eyes kind of activated his fight response. Because he did not know what he’d done to be hated, he really wanted to grab her wrists in one fist, push her into the wall, and ask. The way she weakened him made him want to assert dominance. Like an animal. Like a tiny puppy barking its head off in an effort to say actually, my dear, I am big; don’t let the fact I’m cowering fool you. Yeah. Pollux had literally no idea what to do with himself or his feelings. He was unaccustomed to experiencing them like this. The way he wanted her was violent. The way she didn’t want him made him want her more. And, truly, he didn’t like the way that idea tasted in his brain. Kassandra was his soulmate. She deserved respect. Unless she also expressed a clear desire to fight, he would not give in to any of his depraved wishes. Part of having a soulmate was understanding that while soulmates were impeccably crafted for one another, they also served as a means to better each other.