A stubborn teen faces off with her brooding, indifferent (but super hot) soulmate in this unique and sexy take on a classic paranormal romance story.
She’s met her mate . . . and he’s met his match.
Megan Ross has been waiting her whole life for her mate to come and sweep her off her feet. But the wolf she meets on the beach is NOT the sweet gentle boy she’s been dreaming of. Instead, he’s a warrior, one whose suffering has led him to lock his heart away in a prison as cold and hard as a diamond, who fights to resist the bond and their deep attraction.
Far from home, with a soulmate who is still a stranger, Megan learns that the path to true love isn’t quite as straight and easy as she thought . . .
Chosen by readers like you for Macmillan’s young adult imprint Swoon Reads, Alyssa Brandon’s debut novel Bound to You is guaranteed to make readers swoon, sigh, and maybe even cry before it’s over.
“Why do you want this so much?”
I stared at him, for the longest moment. His question was sincere; he really did want to know. Only I had no clear answer to give. Didn’t everyone want to be loved? He was my mate, he should understand. Yet he didn’t. Which made my skin start to prickle and my breath get fast.
Everything I’d hoped this would be like; the dream of companionship, of love and tender moments, was being taken from me. Had been taken almost as soon as I’d met him. I had tried to be nice even when he was bing totally uncool. But now I was angry. He had stolen dreams I’d had since childhood about what meeting my mate would be like. He’d taken my normal life, my parents and my friends. Moved me across half a continent.
And at that moment I hated him for it. For destroying my dream, for taking my life and for not loving me. For not even understanding why I needed and wanted love.
“Why do you so desperately want to keep me away?” I asked, my voice icy. He looked away from me. I got off the bed.
“Why? Why James? Why can’t you at least try to get to know me? Why be so cold?” I was surprised how steady my voice was. I thought it should be shaking with fear, anger or rage. “Why? Are you afraid? Afraid your wolf is right and you’re going to start to want me? Love me?”
He turned his back on me, his broad shoulders in the black shirt making a wall. Yet it could to stop my words from reaching him.
“I think you are. You’re afraid,” I taunted.
It happened so fast I had no chance to even form a thought. One second I was standing with my arms crossed then I was on the bed, flat on my back with James just inches away.
His breath was hot on my throat, one of his hands held both my arms, the other pressed me into the bed. His knee was in between my legs, but nothing else of his body touched me.
He growled and the sound was so animalistic, so angry, so final. I shut up. Fast. He was still pinning me down, his much larger hands trapping my wrists. He was so close to me I could feel the heat of his body. If he moved his knee, we’d be pressed together.
“James,” I half whispered, half panted. I wanted him closer.