The Alpha’s Blood Debt Vessel
"I’m not angry," he said, his voice terrifyingly calm. "I’m focused."
"On what?"
He walked toward her, and for the first time, Giovanni felt her wolf howl in warning. She backed up until her heels hit the edge of the massive bed.
"On the reason you’re here," he said. He reached out, his hand wrapping around her throat—not to choke her, but to force her to look at him. "Do you have any idea what you’re worth to me, Giovanni?"
"I... I love you, Russell. I’ll be the best Luna I can—"
"I don't need a Luna," he interrupted, his face inches from hers. His breath smelled of expensive bourbon. "I need an heir. A strong, Alpha-blooded heir to secure my legacy against my brother and the council."
"And we’ll have one," she whispered, her eyes filling with tears of relief. "We’ll have a family."
Russell let out a dark, chilling chuckle. He leaned down, his lips brushing against hers, but there was no heat, only ice.
"You don't get it, do you? You’re not a queen, Giovanni. You’re a vessel. And tonight, I’m going to fill you."
He shoved her back onto the bed, his weight following her down instantly. He pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, his eyes flashing that terrifying, predatory gold.
"Wait," she gasped, her heart hammering against her ribs. "Russell, please, let’s just slow down..."