The Alpha Devil’s Dark Temptation
Purple strands shifted, brushing bare shoulders.
“You said you missed me,” the voice came layered: Azrael’s deep rumble woven beneath Nyxara’s velvet-smooth murmur, impossible to pull apart.
I shook my head once, sharp. “You’re not her.”
“Does it matter?” He stepped closer. Her scent crashed into me—jasmine petals warmed against dark skin, rain-damp hair, that faint copper-sweet edge that bloomed whenever she was already aching for me. My mouth flooded with saliva before I could stop it. “We’re married, beta. The three of us. Bound. Blood, soul, and knot. What’s a little shape-shifting between mates?”
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