The Wolf Princes Duty

It was Candice Blake's wedding night.

She finally married Greyson Harman.

It was a milestone moment, a day she'd been expecting for a decade.

Yet, as night fell, her husband still didn't come to her.

As Candice sat in the exquisitely decorated suite that had been thoughtfully arranged by the Harman family, her heart fluttered with nervous anticipation.

Surely he was mingling with the guests below, but it was getting late. When would he appear?

Candice was uncertain.

Greyson didn't love her. He had another woman in his heart. He married her just because his family forced him to do so. Candice held on to the fantasy that matrimony and shared time would eventually kindle love in his heart.

While she was thinking, a rush of heat coursed through her. Something was wrong with her...

"Bang!"

The door burst open and a towering figure stormed in. An ecstatic Candice turned to the man. "You're here..."

Before she could properly see him, he pounced on her, a predator catching its prey, pinning her to the bed. He pressed his head against her neck, his teeth sinking into her flesh with primal ferocity, sending a shiver of fear through Candice.

"Stop... Release me..."

Her pleas fell on deaf ears. His overpowering grip rendered her helpless. His dominance left her cornered.

This man was not Greyson!

"No... Don't touch me, don't... Ah!"

Hot, it was so hot...

The man's impassioned kisses and assertive movements overwhelmed her. Pinned beneath him, she was left to endure until she lost consciousness.

"You've got some nerve, plotting against me. Here's ten million. Take it and vanish."

A unfamiliar, deep voice echoed in her ears just when she came to her senses. Then, a checkbook, thrown like a knife, struck her face.

His words were icy, his tone condescending. "Administer the morning-after pill yourself and leave Ploville. Cross me and you'll regret you were ever born."