Shifted Fate: From Slave To Wolf Queen
Bellatrix Sinclair
Lazarus pushed off the bed, standing at the edge. He resembled the god of death, illuminated by darkness. “Seems like a fair price.” He licked his lips, the action predatorial and seductive. “What’s it going to be Bellatrix?”
Trepidation slithered down my spine, fire coursing through my veins. My heart pounded viciously, thundering in my ears. Swallowing thickly, ignoring the anxiety simmering at the surface. “Is that all you want?” I fired back, my frustration spilling over. “If you want to fuck, just say it.”