The Kidnapping of Roan Sinclair

by Ashlyn Drewek

No, Roan! Tall, dark, and murdery were not admirable traits. He wasn’t even nice. Nice to look at, but not a nice person.

“You can’t help who you love any more than you can help how tall you are or what color your skin is. It’s not a fucking choice, it just is.”

“You’re mine, Solnyshko,” Sasha said, tearing his mouth from mine and fixing me with one of his piercing looks, the kind that saw straight to my soul. “Yes?” I blinked and nodded, despite the fact I was still trying to work out what, exactly, he was saying. “From now on, you are mine,” he repeated in a growl. The words reverberated from his chest into mine, solidifying that they were real and not just my imagination. “No one else’s. Do you understand?”

The Wolf was off the leash and those motherfuckers had no idea what hell was coming for them.

“I kneel for no one,” I repeated, gazing up at Roan, “except the one I love.”