antin

r head of my cane. The evening wind carried the scent of the neigh

cowards who'd ambushed me with silver and left me the "cripp

behind me. He knew better than t

e scent

angled with rain on fres

cage of my control, a roar roll

a

mocking me? Granting a broken, silver-poisoned Al

under cold logic. "Nash," I sa

ange. "Alpha... it's a girl. I

was meant to marry in some political

rass. She was soaked in blood-but it looked old, phan

ng, blue eyes blown wide with terr

e'd resort to this-a damsel act to wriggle o

ield her, to kill whatever had frightened her. I strangled the inst

her. "Alyssa Clay," I said, voice dr

s flew to her face, her neck, her st

racked open and poured out someth

" Tears of happiness streaked h

rned. I, the Alpha King of the Bl

Look at me, Omega. Do you think playing gam

a jolt of fire up my arm. My wolf

y hand back

fear. It was appraisal. Cool. Knowing. As if she could see st

o my cane, then

t. It was the mark of my s

n her eyes. No pity. Only

d. Then she looked into my eyes, and it w

id, tasting my name like i

her mouth did som

th, as if deciding t

She did not beg.

as if confirming a tr

of the mate-bond, I felt her. Ste