ADRIANA The growl he releases ignites the fire that started building in my body. Alexis howling for him, for his wolf, for his touch. I feel like drowning in his gorgeous pale green eyes, I lean in a bit more and my chest touches his bare one softly. Sparks erupt and I bite my lip, goddess he smells even better up close. His other hand slides around my waist, the gentle pressure enough to press my whole body against his and the hand he had on my chin disappears into my hair. I slide my hands around his body, unable to think straight with his intoxicating scent all around me and the sparks on my body that make me beg for more. He leans in and his eyes flicker between his and his wolfs. “You’re gonna be the death of me gatita.” He murmurs softly as he leans in and pushes his lips on mine, kissing me, caressing my back. I kiss him back, letting my hands roam his back and when he pulls my hair a bit I open up for him. He deepens the kiss and he tastes so good, sw

ADRIANA “I think you’d freeze it before anything else, you’re up for breakfast?” Santiago chuckles, jumping from one ridiculous statement to one more reasonable. Maybe someone hit him hard on the head after I left, trying to knock some sense into it but knocked the remaining last bit out instead. “I’d do what?” I ask, biting the words more than I want. He just looks at me with an amused smile on his face, leaning back against the wall. “You made the temperature drop this morning. I don’t know how or what but Ximena thinks you are a gifted wolf.” I walk over to him, shaking my head in disbelieve. “I might be, but this sure as hell never happened before. I really made the temperature drop?” I ask, studying his face as he answers. “Yup, you made it cold enough for me to see my own breath form clouds in the air in front of me. Diego was quite impressed and so was I.” He says, his eyes amused and curious. “Wow.” Is all I mutter. “Come on, let’s get you som

ADRIANA His paw pushes on my back, growling he keeps me nailed to the ground. Fuck. Okay, breath in, breath out. Maybe if I calm down, he will. I try to take deep breaths, though it’s hard with his heavy paw on my back and my mind racing a million miles an hour. Teasing me with questions about him, about our mating, about that vampire that somehow gave me sparks, about my mother, about my ancestors. Everything just turns into one big shit storm, when we spend some time together. Finally I manage my breathing to relax and the storm in my head calms down. Diego is still pushing me down to the ground, his emotions finally seeping into me. Anger, frustration, confusion, laced with a hint of disbelieve and worry. “Diego, you’re hurting me. I’ve calmed down. Please lift your paw, I won’t run.” I say, my voice hoarse from the pressure on my back and the fight we just had. He sniffs my head and neck, breathing in my scent and s

SANTIAGO I open up a mind link with Poté. “Poté, inform all patrolling wolves they are not allowed to let Adriana and her family off the pack grounds and come to my office.” “Yes Alpha, i’ll be there in five.” He answers instantly, though I can hear the confusion in his voice. I look around the room, shards of the coffee pot and mugs laying on the floor, pieces of bruschetta are spread all around and the tray is got stuck in the big Monstera in the corner. Great. While cursing myself that I had such an outburst, I clean up the mess I made. I check the old magic books Teresa brought and find out they are still unscathed. “Thank fuck, I think she would have poisoned us in our sleep if her precious books got harmed.” Diego chastises in the back of my mind. He lazily stretches his paws and lays down, watching me sort out the books, articles and papers on my desk. Moments later a soft knock on the door sounds before it swings open. I look up and Poté enter

ADRIANA I bounce on his shoulder while he takes big steps towards the packhouse, rubbing circles with his thumb on the inside of my thigh. Sparks rush through me, making my insides mushy and my initial deviance completely forgotten. The warning dad and Ximena gave me a long lost shadow in my mind. My hands are acting on their own accord, tracing every line of the muscles on his back and when I reach the scars on his ribs a shudder rakes through his spine. “What are you doing?” He asks, his voice low and somehow vulnerable. “Some exploration.” I breath, a smirk creeping up on my face. Finally focusing on the bond I feel his emotions, longing, frustration, hurt and something a bit darker, something I can’t decipher. I’m amazed with the complex man that’s carrying me towards the packhouse, amazed by what I ignite in him, in what he ignites in me. I block out the darkness lingering in him and focus on the longing. Pull on it as I trace my fingers