The Alpha’s Cold Snap
This female—my Luna—launching herself at me, claws out, biting my ear and demanding a divorce while Theo was right there?
Fuck.
Just thinking about the friction of her thighs against mine had me hardening again.
When the hell did she become so... fascinating?
For three years, I lived with a ghost. A female who never challenged me, never shifted her tone, never showed even a flicker of the wildfire burning in her now. Elena had been a flawless, obedient ornament—the perfect public-facing Luna for the captain of the Manchester Ice Kings.
But Elena with gold-flecked eyes and a razor-sharp tongue? Elena who draws blood? Elena who kisses like she wants to ruin me?
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