antin

le I watched her from my leather chair and tried

f Omega timidity. A composu

A Clay Pack plot? O

lyssa Clay? Wealth? Status? The power tha

ue lakes under lamp

cane against the floor. "Do

to meet her gaze. "I'm not playing. Constantine, we need each other. You need a Mate to soot

't a secret, exactly, but hearing it from

"Or use me as a shield wh

-bond now-a true contract, witnessed by the Moon Goddess. I

ant to accept the bond. She wanted

wolf could make. Once forged, our souls would be tied for

ut her eyes were sincere-and lit w

ng. Say yes! Say

back. A trap. I

ire in my leg had already dulled ju

een in this room, the bur

is was the Moon Goddess's co

ain?" I asked

t hesitat

efore her, close enough to

e of her lashes. But

ct is made, you are mine. Forever. And the

he graceful line of her throa

the side of her neck-not the permanent mark,

oft, and did

ed on my own neck.

in a flood of feeling: grief so deep it could drown a man, hatred sharp eno

uld not be faked. That

the floor beneath us, bathing us in c

ed soul like a spring into a desert, b

my leg eased

as complete. An unbreakable

voice, soft,

the air out of me. I took a

, blue eyes glistening. And I felt it, clear and da

d over me was al