My Sweetest Revenge: Sleeping with the Alpha King
The stardust had melted into the Scottish soil, but the chill in the war room of the Blackwood Estate was absolute.
I sat at the head of the massive obsidian table, still wearing my wedding gown, though its hem was now dusted with dragon ash. Killian stood directly behind my chair, his large, scarred hands resting possessively on my shoulders. He was fully clothed again, wearing a fresh tactical shirt, but the feral, golden hum of his Alpha aura was vibrating through the floorboards.