Conquering Kolton

Prince Kolton Reifenberg has always marched to the beat of his own drum.
No one will tell him what to do or how to do it, not even his stentorian mother, Margot, previous queen of the wolves. If Kolton refuses to have his mating ball, there is no one anywhere that can change his mind.


There was a figure standing in the hall, one so diminutive it was almost childlike.
Eliza. Eliza and her long, red hair, looking pretty as a picture and frightened to be alone with him.
It almost made him sorry for what he said next.
"Listen, Eliza," he said with a scowl, almost hating the cold tone he used. "I don't want you, and I don't want a mate. I want to be able to do as I please, so don't get comfortable here at the palace-and don't get complacent. I will find a way to convince my father and Kane to leave me be and let me find a mate in my own time. In the meanwhile, steer clear of me. It's best for both of us if you do."
He stalked off, glad to not hear the sound of her footsteps following him. If he had, he may have caved in and turned back around to do what he really wished to.
Push her against the wall and kiss her until he stole her breath away.