My muscles go weak as I hide my head, ducking low.
He wasn’t… That reaction wasn’t for me… It couldn’t be…
But when I lift my head and peek out, his fierce, dominating eyes are locked on mine. And they don’t look away.
A new girl is brought before him, but he doesn’t look at her. He doesn’t move.
He just stares.
At me.
“No,” he commands. “Not her.Her.”
He lifts his big hand and points at me.
Every head in the room turns—women, guards, servants,everyone. But I can only feel his eyes. They’re burning through my body.
The guards come to get me, but I step forward on my own, head held high, staring the Wolf King down as I walk up the steps of the dais.
He’s even larger up close. More handsome too.
I have to crane my head back to look into his breathtaking gray eyes.
Shockingly, I don’t feel any fear.
In fact, it’s him who shakes. Those mountainous shoulders quake as he looks down at me in awe. His big hands tremble as he breathes in deeply.
For a moment, nothing happens.
Then, he moves in.
My body stiffens, humming with a lustful energy that seems to radiate from my core and pulse between my legs as he gets in nice and close.
He’s scenting me, but I’m smelling him right back. He smells like pine and smoke, with something else I can’t quite pin. An alluring, dark, masculine smell that makes my breath catch despite my best efforts.
Goosebumps tingle along my skin as he lowers his nose an inch from my neck and inhales.
Slow. Deliberate.Deep.
An approving growl rumbles out of his massive chest and I swear, I feel it vibrating in my bones.
His eyes seem to be lit with a gray fire as he stands back up, his nostrils flared, his hands gripped into fists.
His gaze is locked on me as if he might never look away.
The guard reaches out to grab my arm, to keep this barbaric Vocatio Regia moving, but King Alaric stops him.
“Halt,” he commands, shoving the guard back with his palm. One quick push and the guard is on his ass.
“My Alpha?” the trembling guard says, looking up at him in fear.
“OUT!” the Wolf King bellows, his deep voice echoing through the stone room, echoing through me. “Everybody out.”
Everyone turns to flee, guards included.
But I’m frozen to the spot, eyes locked on this imposing shifter.
“Not you,” he says in a low, throaty voice. “You’re mine now.”
