A black ops wolf broke my heart and left me trembling in the dust.

He made me think he loved me, only to leave me behind like a toy.

But I'm no longer the girl he used to play, and my time for revenge has come.

Even it means living in his house and having to be with him every single day…

I show up to him battered and bruised, and he gets protective immediately.

He insists I stay with him, even when I object. It's all part of my mission.

I pretend he's not as gorgeous as ever. He's still the enemy, after all.

I pretend that my body doesn't want him desperately. He doesn't care about me, after all.

He's as callous as ever, and the tension increases every day.

It makes me forget that we're playing a game. A game of power and domination.

It makes me forget how he owns my body. How it's been his all along.

But when he finally exposes all of me, will he betray me again?

Or will the mate who rejected me finally make me his?