Her Werewolf Beloved
JACOB stared at the moon and stars. He pressed his palms against the glass and resisted the swirling emotion within him. He blamed himself in not so many words that it was his fault for the loss of their future child. If only he had the power to attack those who were disturbing their lives.
His brain was stuck in the cry that Angeline was not for him, who was an immortal, and he was just a humble mortal and incapable of saving the woman he loved. He told himself he would watch her against the men who wanted to snatch her from him. There was no way they were going to get the chance. Angeline was his woman alone. Only his!