Alpha King's Unfavored Mate
I gripped the edge of the table, struggling to stay upright, but the sensation only intensified, like a tidal wave crashing over me.
Then, just as quickly as it began, it stopped. The dizziness faded, and the room snapped back into focus. I blinked, disoriented, as I realized I was no longer alone.
Quinton stood in the doorway, his expression tense, his eyes locked on me. I hadn’t even heard him enter.
“What’s going on?” His voice was sharp, laced with an urgency that made my heart skip a beat.
I shook my head, still trying to make sense of what had just happened. “I… I don’t know. This book—I felt something when I touched it. And then—”