Kiera Continuum Novels & Stories

I asked, my fangs threatening to drop as my temper flared. "I possess a completely functional physical template," Kieran countered, his eyes dropping pointedly toward the door where Lucien's wheelchair usually sat. "Which is a significant upgrade from the broken commander currently holding your lease." He leaned across the safety rail, his breath brushing against my ear. "I can also guarantee a level of physical and territorial pleasure that a paralyzed Alpha could never dream of delivering." A surge of pure, violent adrenaline snapped through my veins, and I drove my palm against his chest, slamming his body back toward the center of the room. "You shameless, low-tier street rat."