Selene's POV
Goodness. I wanted to push him away. I needed to push him away. This wasn't the plan. This wasn't what I told myself. For five years my only purpose had been to kill this man. To get close enough, gain his trust, slip the poison into my blood, and end him. That was the vow I whispered over my mother's grave. That was the reason I'd breathed every day since. And here I was — kissing him back, my hands trembling against his chest, my whole body on fire.
"Mate," my wolf howled in my head, the sound echoing like a curse. Yes. That's what made this so cruel. The Moon Goddess, in all her twisted humor, had tied me to the very monster I was supposed to kill. My mother's killer. My enemy. My mate. From the moment I'd first seen him at that party, my wolf had screamed it. Mate. And I had shoved it down, locked it behind iron walls, told myself it didn't matter. Mate or not, I would stick to the plan. And he didn't know we were mates. Thank the stars, he didn't know.
