phin

ien didn't just pour the amber liquid; he drowned his glass in it. He downed the whisk

the sofa, realizing he was desperately trying to numb his inner wolf, Kael, who was undoubted

the leather, a metallic clink sounded. A silver cufflink, engraved with the B

ent, his alcohol-laced gaze sl

mmanded, his voice a low

fflink seemed foolish. I stood and approached.

n his scent-cedar, whiskey, and the raw musk of a dominant Alpha.

his breath against the s

n whiskey and a dark, predatory gravel. "My wol

threw myself backward, pulse roaring. I pl

go," I bre

each the handle. It wasn't a command this time. It was a

words. As I averted my gaze, my eyes landed on a delicate wood

stunningly beautiful woman-Chloe Richmond. But what stole my breath was Damien's eyes. They were warm, alive, and f

avior, the heavy drinking, the obsessive need to humiliate her-it was

om the sofa, swaying slightly as he headed straight back to the hom

o his misery. But looking at him, I remembered the hollow, suffocating agony of being betrayed by the people who were suppose

ed the room. Just as his fingers curled aroun

ad. His gray eyes were chips of ice, blazing with th

, Rogue?" he growled, the s

dy and devoid of any challenge or desire. "You need water and

o my eyes, the violent storm in his gaze flickered. The feral tension bleeding

ed his lips, though the fig

m away from the bar, guiding the most powerful Alpha in the region to