ne, but the heat radiating from the beast

f his fingers, calloused and coated in whatever grime layered this subterr

" Jan

didn't blink. She didn't beg. Her pulse hammered against his th

lau

ite claimed he made. It was a dark, breathless rasp that vibrated

s brushed the shell of her ear. The heat of his breath made the fine

ice flat. Practical. "Corrupt my bloodline. Ruin

screamed as he ripped it straight down the middle. Buttons pinged off the concrete walls like stray bullets.

rth. The feral musk of a Sovereign Alpha who

he hadn't come here for romance

er back against the steel door. Her breath

rself?" he whispered, his jaw grazing

with a brutal

scream. She forced her mind to detach, retreating into the high, cold corners of her brain. This is a transa

neck. She counted the heavy, rhythmic thuds of his pu

stay clinical. It wa

declaration of war against the pristine, untouched doll her father ha

he breathed against her pulse. His voice was a terrifying co

arp, terrifying points dra

Her voice trembled. A cr

his teeth i

shattering the perfect silence she had maintained for twenty-two years. The pain was blinding, but beneath it was a dark, su

rvix, and his

e arching so hard her vertebrae cracked against the steel. She was pinned to the door, entir

is back, and the ragged, animalistic breathing of a Sovereign taking exactly what was offered. Jane didn't float above it. Sh

nally deflated,

red her gently. A terrifyingly soft gesture from a man

he cold, clinical detachment rushing back in. She pulled the ruined halves of her s

she would have to acknowledge that there was a living, bre

craping against the filthy floor. She found the iron key

ispered to the dark. A b

ling it shut. The iron tumblers clicked

deep, stretching soreness that made every step a physical battle. She pu

thouses looming high above her in the smog. She scrubbed her hands over her inner thighs, watching the mix of rainwa

as ru

especially not leftovers marked by the pack's resident nightmar

finall

ash the tears she refused to shed. She thought the transaction was ov

itch-black cell, Michael Th

he stairwell. He tasted her blood on his tongue, rich and metalli

the door. He didn'

vy iron chains that were supposed to be holding him to

een broken