Meadow
fire, a deep, primal burn that started in my belly and radiated outwards. I knew
d it was
ce our bonding, the instinct had been a dull, manageable ache. But
tensified tenfold, becoming thick an
nd, her voice raw with
ess, his cruelty. But the biological imperative was a force of
feet seeming to scorch the cool wooden floor. I made my way to the door of his study.
ainst the wood. "Ryker?" My voice was a
ould smell it, of course. The change in my pheromones was impossible to miss
ely swayed toward him, my last coherent tho
but as his mate. Begging him to complete the bond, to mark m
lfilled my 'duty' to my mother six weeks ago. I am not tou
The pain was a sharp counterpoint to the burning ache that consumed me. He could
but with a territorial aggression, provoked
my voice breaking. "Complete
"Mark you?" he spat, the words dripping with venom. "And let
backward, my shoulder hitting
pulled out a small, dark vial. He marched back
aid, his voice flat
packhouse sentry stationed at the end of the corridor. "Escort the Luna to her room a
disdain. "Don't ever forget,
face. The final, echoing boom wa
ology fought against the chilling finality of his rejection. I looked at the vial,
in my soul, a cry of a creature
he only comfort my mate would offer me-a poison designe
er scent of suppression a pre
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