His Forbidden Scarlett
Christian’s hands rested heavily on my shoulders, his chin resting near my neck as he stared at our reflection.
"Tomorrow night, every Alpha from here to the Northern border will be in that room," he rasped, his dark eyes meeting mine in the glass. "They'll try to intimidate you. They want to look for weakness in my pack. But when you walk in by my side, looking like this... they'll know that touching you means war."
He turned me around in his arms, his large hand coming up to gently frame my face. "I'm glad to have you beside me, Scar. More than you know."