Thorn

scotch against the marble balustrade. The glass cracked, amber liquid seeping over my

i

her jaw, the unique, intoxicating scent of rain-drenched cedar and crushe

violently against the walls of my consciousness. SH

breath, gripping the stone rai

pped me to my knees, coughing blood onto the conference table. I had thought it was a fluke-a tragic consequence of an unstab

s a

th the regal poise of a high-born queen, and being touched by Ethan-made my

She was standing alone by the stone fountain; Ethan

fresh prey, Tristan was alre

lcony. "Three years ago, I always knew you had hidden potential. Look at us no

rowl ripped p

ver the stone balustrade, dropping twelve feet to

tan by the scruff of his designer jacket, and hurl

d, my voice vibrating with raw Alpha dominance

oulder. "Damien! What the hell is wrong with you?! Y

ll my mate. Until the formal words are spoken before the High Council, her scent belongs to the Thorn

in my eyes. He scrambled to his feet, threw a fearful glanc

ned s

, her arms crossed over her chest. There was no fear i

Alpha King Thornton, does your memory fail you? Three years ago,

t me like a

tted out, stepping toward he

ere like a fool while your little pet Annelise flaunted your vict

ical distance between us. I surged forward, planting both hands on the stone

olf whined deep in my throat, desperate to nuzzle into the

ching her crystalline eyes. "A Kensington? A

not flinching an inch despite our chests nearly touching. "Yo

ainst my chest, right over my hammering heart.

ack with surprising, eff

lver pen and a small card, and quickly jotted something down. With a

she stated coldly. "Day after tomorrow, ten in the morni

, grabbing her slende

ith absolute disgust, as i

r back on me and walking toward the light. "Because wh