Willing (The Un #1)

by Izzy Sweet

Nine hundred and eighty-seven years, and one word all but shatters me.

“Chloe,” I growl, “it took twenty years to track you down to this city, to this home. I have your scent. No matter where you go, I will find you.”

Humans breed like fucking bunnies while vampires can take centuries before we find our soulmarked, if we ever find them.

Though I’ve never been within a mile of her, I miss her. I feel the ache deep down in my soul. I miss her, I love her, and I need her.

“She’s mine,” a harsh voice says. The voice that’s haunted my darkest dreams.

“I don’t reward bad girls with treats or gifts,” I say and cross my arms over my chest.

You can blame me for the things that you do, for your very nature, Asher growls inside my head. But remember, my angel, I’m not the one who marked you. I only unlocked your potential and claimed what is rightfully mine.

“Oh, you know, the fruit loop here touched Mom and hurt her psychically, so we tried to kill him. Mom said no, we can’t roughhouse with Ambrose because he’s the baby, and now we’re probably going to be put in time out,”