Bought by the Feral Billionaire
The forgotten, primal ancestors of the supernatural world—the Lycan elders who had slept in the dark trenches for millennia—had just woken up.
Dominic pulled Clara up, his fingers gripping her waist with a bruising, desperate force as he reached into the sand and picked up the cracked obsidian tablet.
He looked down at her, his voice dropping into a lethal, unyielding growl that shook her soul.
"We leave for the mainland now," Dominic ordered, his alpha aura expanding to its absolute, cataclysmic limits. "I will call in the entire global army of the Midnight Eclipse. If these monsters want my child, I will turn this ocean into a graveyard of fire."