I smack his chest lightly. “Jack, I’m serious. Why aren’t you Alpha of the Bloodfang Pack anymore?” His smile fades. He runs a hand through his hair, gaze shifting away from mine. “It’s a long story. But… stepping down was the only way I could truly take responsibility. I made some really shitty la
I can’t feel my legs. I groan, blinking slowly at the sunlight spilling through the curtains, warming my bare skin—and all it does is remind me how sore I am. It’s like I’ve been run over by a freight train. A freight train named Jack. Every inch of me aches deliciously. My thighs, my back, my ne
His fingers skim slowly along the side of my waist, teasingly, ghosting just beneath the swell of my breast before cupping it in his large palm, pulling another moan from deep in my throat. His lips leave mine just long enough to turn off the water. Then he scoops me into his arms again, and I clin
His lips curl into a slow grin against my fingertips, his eyes darkening into molten pools of heat and hunger. Before I can brace for it, he scoops me off the bed and into his arms. A soft gasp escapes me as I cling to his strong shoulders, my heart fluttering. “Why don’t we take a shower first?”
A life that never included her. No bond. No warmth. No shared memories. No shared blood. Because there isn’t any. There never was. Just as that truth settles deep into my bones, the door creaks open behind me. I don’t need to look to know who it is. His aura hits first—ancient, powerful,oppres
His words strike something deep inside me—sharp and a pounding ache erupts in my skull. Then—images. Fragmented and flashing like lightning. A little girl in a white dress, a glittering necklace resting against her chest. Tom’s laughter—my best friend—as we build a sandcastle and chase waves along