Alpha Maddox's Mortal Temptation
I notice that the best man has unsheathed his claws.
Behind me, Vania, the head of my father’s guards, is showing her fangs. And the Humans, of course, are reaching for their guns.
All through that, my future husband still stares.
So I step closer and murmur, “I don’t care how little you like this, but if you want to avoid a second Aster—”
His hand comes up lightning fast to close around my upper arm, and the warmth of his skin is a shock to my system, even through the fabric of my sleeve. His pupils contract into something different, something animal.
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