The Alpha's Blood debt Vessel

ni's eyes finally flickered open, the ceiling was spinning. Her body felt heavy, her skin hummin

coming

s cold, clin

her limbs felt like lead. "W

pressure cuff on Giovanni's arm. "That injection wasn't just a vitamin boost, Giovanni. It's a hormone catalyst.

itated, her senses heightened to a painful degree. Every scent in the room-the lavender

nni whispered, her hand

bag. "It's artificial, so it's going to be twice as intense. Try

g a pillow, trying to breathe through the waves of heat rolling over her. She felt dirty. Not just because

ak doors cr

bacco, and that dark, spicy musk that belonged only to Russ

collar. He looked tired, but his Alpha aura was so potent it made the air vibrat

s voice was a low rumble that v

choked out, her eyes watering. "Why the drugs

dge of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. He reached out, his large hand

her jaw. "Being a Luna is a title of power, Giovanni. You haven'

, even as her body betrayed

mark he had left earlier. Giovanni let out a soft gasp, her back arching insti

d, not even knowing w

rifying, predatory hunger, but his heart stayed behind a wall o

you?" he asked, his

g as they reached up to touch his chest. His heart was steady, a

u, little one. She kno

his eyes locking onto hers. The dominance in his gaze was absolute. He was a billio

to Omegas who can't provid

, her breath comin

on't care if they survive the birth. If you want to stay in this palace, if you want to

ally escaping and rolling into her hair. "A mach

t second, the ice in his eyes cracked, and she saw a flash of somethi

f her neck. He inhaled sharply, scenting her, marking her wi

him. The friction of his clothes against her sensitized skin made her cry out.

t your own name," he promise

He tasted of power and rain, his tongue sweeping through her mouth as if he were trying to claim her

y of their situation. For a moment, Giovanni forgot the needles. She

is breathing heavy. He stood up, but he didn't leave. He

," he commanded, his voice v

er mind could protest, her knees hitting the plush carpet at his feet. She looked up

eavy, silver collar. It wasn't a piece of jewelry.

he whispered, her

old as the grave again. "To make sure

the silver cold a

ing to stop him. "Russell, please

ked the lock, the heavy m

n to blare throughout the mansion.

he door, a feral snarl ripping

He's at the gate with a Council! They're claiming the marriage h

full of a murderous rage. He grabbed her b

lar glowing faintly against her skin. "Do you go with them and face t