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