nor
t my husband was gone. If Kaelen did not return to this bed tonight, the entire pack wou
lly take root, the heavy
on rolled off him in suffocating waves, thick with an underlying current of violence. He didn't even look at me. He bypas
, my voice sounding too
bled, pulling a dark leather holster from the cabinet.
let him walk out. I needed a weapon, and
injecting every ounce of ice I possessed into my tone. "
en f
e turned around. The obsidian depths of his eyes were entirely consumed by a
g my nails into my palms until I felt the w
iating from his massive body was scorching. I could almost feel the ancient beast beneath his skin-Fen
or?" he whispered, the sound vi
hat door tonight, every wolf in this pack will know we didn't share a room. They will see it as a sil
his golden eyes narrowin
ose power. Your coldness is my shield. It keeps me safe from the pathetic emotional weaknesses that destroy packs. But
hifting from pure lethal intent to something far more dangerous: genuine intrigue. He saw the ca
ok a step back, his gaze dropping to the long, crimson velv
rt. He moved toward the chaise, his broad, scarred back to me as he settled his massi
hammering against my ribs. I had
ing as much distance between us as the mattress allowed. The room plun
s deep, subterranean voice drifte
dness will keep you
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