v
e suffocating silence of the guest room. I slumped against the w
into my pores like a beautiful, lethal poison. My pulse point, where Kaelon's rough thumb had just rested, throbbed wit
l-crushing pull toward anyone, let alone the Alpha King-the father of the man who had just
inner wolf roaring for a claim, while my dormant, empty soul felt no true Mate bond? My body craved his touch, but my mind was
ttering, expensive dresses. On the vanity sat velvet boxes of jewels. All gifts from Aaron, meant for his future Luna. They lo
eans and simple sweaters into the bag. At the very bottom, I carefully placed my thick design sketchbook. I ran my fingers over the wo
ocritical past and escape Kaelon's terrifying, dominant future. I would str
y, bathed in the pale, cold light of early morning. I slipped out, my bare
e beast. Along the mahogany-paneled walls, the giant oil portraits of past Blackwood Alphas glared down at me.
d stepped onto the
sure in the stairwel
rt fla
f the landing, cloaked in the morning shadows, w
absolute, kingly authority. The sheer weight of his aura pressed down on my chest until I couldn't d
the step right above me. His massive, muscular frame entirely
me, his large, calloused hand wrappe
ght of it from my grip, his knuckles
ut loud. My traitorous body instantly leaned toward his radiating heat, entirely cons
eel-gray eyes locking onto mine with a dark, pr
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