THE LYCAN TSAR’S REJECTED CROWN
She let out a soft, breathless giggle, her silver-grey eyes sparkling with triumphant heat as she wrapped her slender arms around my neck.
I looked down at her face. She was everything an Alpha was supposed to desire—wealthy, high-born, beautiful, and completely willing to yield to my dominance.
Yet as my hands pressed into her waist, a cold, sickening numbness settled in my gut.
When I looked into Eva's eyes, I didn't see fire. I didn't feel the dangerous, electric static that used to make the tiny hairs on my arms stand on end whenever I walked past the dark cellar steps. My mind, treacherous and unbidden, dragged up the vivid image of Slava—the way her silver-grey eyes had burned with pur