“You’re my match—meant by nature itself,” Matvey said with confidence. “I suggest you consult a psychiatrist,” Arina sharply stood up to leave, but the man grabbed her wrist. “Let me go, or you’ll regret it.” “We were made for each other,” Matvey smirked, but he released her hand. She immediately bolted from the premises. Laughter followed her: “Run, sweetheart, run. You still don’t know how my wolf gets going when you resist him…”