RYKER
I never set out to be the kind of man who ruins things. I just never saw a reason to stop.
I wanted to ruin her.
Not the way my father would, not his cold calculated method of collecting things and discarding them once they had served their purpose, dragging her through a mating ceremony and breeding her like livestock before sending her back to whatever pack she came from like she had never mattered at all.
No. I wanted to ruin her in the way that would last, the kind that lived in the body long after the mind tried to forget it, the kind she would feel every time someone else tried to get close to her and her bones remembered me first.
