BOUGHT BY THE BEAST
"The crown means shit in these rocks. You bring royal blood onto our mountain, you pay the toll."
His yellow eyes flicked down to me, lingering on the torn fabric of my shirt, the blood soaking through the gauze on my palm, and the faint golden light still humming beneath my skin.
His nostrils flared, pulling in my scent, and his grin vanished into sudden, greedy shock.
"First Moon," the rogue breathed, his voice dropping into raw hunger. "You brought a First Moon female onto my ridge? That is not just a toll, King. That is a fortune."