My name was April, and I had a wolf inside of me named Rose. Rose was my heart, my brain, my subconscious, my faith, and my everything. I saw my parents die. They were powerful Alpha and Luna, yet still got attacked and killed, and went through a painful death. I was crying. As a kid, I could only cry. But then I was locked in a cell. "Why did you kill your parents, you cruel thing!" "I did not! Let me out!" I wanted revenge, but I couldn't be careless and let Rose out. The real murderers were still out there tracking my wolf scent and wanting to kill me too. I waited, until one day, I met a beautiful girl with a knife on her throat, and I saved her. But soon I realized she was the real evil behind all that...the murderer who killed my parents.

I lowered my gaze, my cheeks flushing, and let my eyes drop to the distinct swell straining against his jeans. “What look?” I decided to play along, my hand drifting to trace the outline as I held his gaze with feigned innocence. He pushed my hand away, only to pull me roughly onto the edge of his desk. My heart stuttered in my chest. “You still haven’t answered my question.” I braced my palms against the solid wall of his chest, waiting for him to do more than just stare down at me with that infuriatingly blank expression. “Well? Can I kiss you?” A nervous laugh escaped me, and I looked away, heat creeping up my neck. The room echoed with Christian’s low, knowing chuckle. His fingers came up to brush my burning cheek. Then he leaned in. Before I could react, his lips—soft, demanding—were on mine. “Remember,” he murmured, his voice a rough whisper against my mouth as he pulled back just enough to speak, his forehead resting against mine, “how I shattered that innocent act of yours at the club?” His eyes held a dark promise. “From now on, I’ll do it anytime I please. Until you learn never to ask me a foolish question like that again.” This time, the kiss wasn’t soft. It was possessive, aggressive. A claim. My arms wound around his shoulders of their own accord, and I met his hunger with my own, my tongue slipping past his lips. I pulled him closer, desperate, wanting to erase any space between us. I wasn’t letting go. After a long, breathless moment, he broke the kiss. Slowly, deliberately, he took my hand from his shoulder. His eyes locked on mine, he guided it down the hard plane of his torso, over his hip… Then finally, he placed my palm firmly back over the hard, undeniable evidence of his desire, his gaze daring me to look away.

He’s rich, she gets by just fine. She’s naïve, he’s straightforward. He hates jokes, she feeds off the force of lame puns. What will happen if Mr. Perfectionist meets Ms. Clumsy? They say opposite attracts, but are they a mismatch? Christopher Ivan Ross finds the idea of love fascinating, not because he’s a romantic, but because he’s a workaholic, hot-headed, piece of an insufferable jerk. But when his trusted secretary threatens to resign, he’s bound to cross paths with a person who will unknowingly change his life. Serena Kim, a hardworking young woman so ingenious, she misses most of his signal. Embark on the romantic-comedy (and a little spicy) story of the polar opposite protagonists and witness the confusing turn of events that would immediately turn their ideologies around.