Melissa's sharp eyes narrowed as she gazed up at Radulf. 'I can't fight this mate bond, but I can do this,' she thought. Without hesitation, she leaned forward and bit his bottom lip with enough force to draw blood.
Radulf winced, stepping back as his hand flew to his mouth. His thumb pressed against the bleeding cut, but the sting didn't bother him nearly as much as Melissa's audacity. Instead of anger, a smirk curled his lips.
"You like to play rough, little wolf?" he growled. His hand shot out, gripping her nape with a firm but possessive hold. His piercing gaze bore into hers. "If rumors about us spread, you'll deal with them. Don't complaint to me that I didn't cooperate."
