My Fake Alpha Husband Refused to Let Me Go: Plus Size
“We are leaving for the Ashcroft Silverclaw Citadel.”
I swallowed hard, my hands trembling as I pushed myself off the cold floor. My soft curves swayed as I found my balance, my heart hammering against my ribs. I placed my small, soft hand into his large, warm palm. The second our skin met, a powerful shockwave of raw magic snapped through the room, making the heavy glass chandeliers rattle overhead.
Lucan’s grip tightened instantly, pulling me flush against his rock-hard chest. I gasped as my soft breasts pressed against his broad, muscular torso. I could feel the intense, rapid beat of his heart—and the violent, territorial thrumming of his inner wolf.