The Alpha Luna’s True Mate
My hands moved on their own, my palms resting flat against Ares' warm, solid chest, feeling the frantic, heavy thudding of his heart beneath the fabric of his shirt.
He let out a low growl at the contact, his large hands rising to hover just above my waist, trembling with the effort of not grabbing me and pulling me against him.
The mate bond hummed to life between us, feeling hungry, heavy, and demanding after weeks of being suppressed.
My wolf was practically purring with submission, begging me to let him take me, begging me to forget about the crown, the pack, and my abusive husband.
She was begging him to take control over us and I had no objections to that.