Valentine's Day was finally here. I had been saving up for a special gift to surprise my boyfriend, smiling as I walked to our secret hideout.
Or at least... I thought it was ours.
That was when I saw him. Ajax Cutler. Kissing my older sister—my best friend.
The box of chocolates slipped from my hands. I ran into the road without thinking, a loud horn blaring behind me. Too late. The world went black.
...
When I opened my eyes, I wasn't dead. I was lying in the middle of a forest.
And a blade was pressed against my neck.
"Who are you?" a cold male voice asked in the most dominant, powerful tone I had ever heard.
I didn't flinch. I looked up into his strikingly remarkable features, my gaze as sharp as the steel at my throat. I had already died once today; a mere blade couldn't scare me anymore.
As our eyes met, a strange, golden mark shimmered briefly on my wrist—the mark of the fated. His eyes widened, and for a split second, the coldness vanished, replaced by an intense, hungry possessiveness.
He wasn't the only one who would feel it. Somewhere deep in this world, other powerful heartbeats quickened, all drawn to the same irresistible spark I now carried. I had fled one cheating man, only to become the most hunted prize for the most dangerous men in this realm.