IVANOV DRAKOS POV“Ivanov,” a soft, trembling voice calls out from the dark doorway, fracturing my restless slumber.I instantly bolt upright in the massive bed, my inner wolf snapping to attention as I hit the iron light switch on the rough log wall. The bright glow floods the alpha chamber, and I quickly check the heavy watch on my wrist—it is four in the morning, meaning my beast has only been resting for two short hours since my intense washing den release.Lukan stands shivering in the open frame, wearing nothing but a wildly oversized, faded cotton tunic that drapes loosely over his slender male frame. The thin fabric clings to his damp chest, clearly revealing the hard, dark outlines of his small male nipples poking straight through the cloth. The low, ragged collar has been torn open at the seams, slouching heavily off his broad shoulder, while the hem cuts dangerously high across his bare, pale upper thighs. His messy dark hair frames his face in wild, tangled curls.He looks
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