Xavier Blackwood is the man every girl at my college dreams about at night, myself included, but I'd never let anyone know that.
Standing at 6'8" with steel grey eyes, he's a walking dream, but he's also a world-renowned a-hole.
Who would have thought that one night, after dragging myself home after doing double shifts at the diner, I'd be jumped by three men...only to have Xavier come to my rescue.
Oh yes, Xavier bloody Blackwood saved my life...but the thing I saw, the creature that ripped those men to shreds, wasn't the Xavier everyone knows.
He wasn't human.
He was a wolf, a demon, a creature from myths, and it was the most amazing sh*t I've ever seen until he attacked me, too, and knocked me out.
Humans who learn about the existence of werewolves have to die.
There are no exceptions.
The werewolf Xavier saved me, but now, I am condemned to death.
To make things worse, both Xavier and Axel claim I am their mate. This can't be good.