Vanc

g. Through the thin door, I could hear the rustle of silk

over me. Ryker stood there, blocking the soft

w and tight with a pain he cou

nothing to say to you, Alpha.

him like a physical blow

s touch. "Don't touch me!" The words were quiet, but

open. "Ryker, darling?" Seraphina's voice was

equest. A power play. She knew he

ked from my defiant face to

touched my lips. "Your

look at me, he stepped into the fitting room. He di

her back to him, clad in the pristine white gown. His l

erful, olfactory claim of ownership. That scent drifted out of the ro

st warning sign of a she-wolf's Heat, flooded my veins. My own scent changed, the simpl

. That scent, designed by the Goddess to be

his mind. I could almost he

and stalked out of the room. Before I could react, he grabbe

urtained space was instantly filled with the

wolf breaking through his control. He was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling i

my body, weakened by the onset

of my neck, inhaling my scent li

full force of his Alpha's Command w

mand. But then an image flashed in my mind: his hands on Seraphi

from the depths of my soul. I lifted my head an

Vance, reject you. I will stand in the crowd and watch you and your Luna c

he words was just as powerful. It felt like a physical tearing

, now filled with shock and unbearable pain. He clutched his