A Girl for the Wild One

“You’re mine for 365 days,” he says, moving in close.

“Is that a joke? You said yourself you didn’t take part in the Selection.”

“And I chose you,” he smirks crookedly. “No Selection at all. I want to. Someone has to clear out my pile of assignments.”

I freeze with shock. Why does this out-of-his-mind hooligan need school?

Wild. Ferocious. He keeps the whole university in fear. He could easily turn my life into a real nightmare.

But what does this beast actually want?