a P

y inner wolf's whimpers growing wea

hear the door being smashed open, nor did I see Donavan-who had always

Her face crumpled into a mask of feigned sorr

eally tried, but Kira... s

ly and dropped to his knees b

shing a strand of hair from my icy c

at. A low, hoarse howl-not of trium

art of the plan. He was sup

s and rolled down his cheeks. He gathered my limp body

is face in my hair. "No, it wa

n a hell of his own making. "K

t drenching my skin. The phantom pain of the wolfsb

flew to m

t.

mptiness, no lingerin

m. This wasn't the blood-sta

hite lace curtains and the familiar, co

ing golden stripes across the wooden floor

d, I scrambled out of bed and stum

cted in the gl

ling with a glint of innocence I tho

st be a

y arm hard. A sharp, unmista

a dr

maid, Clara, hurried into the room. She stopped dead in her tracks upo

n felt sluggish, cl

ead. "Your Mating Ceremony with Alpha Donavan,

blow. My inner wolf howled in my m

ting C

years

he nightm

been r