Alpha’s Thirteenth Bride
Before I could finish, Ayara screamed and threw the dress on the floor.
A tiny black thorn rolled out from inside the fabric.
She jerked her hand back, but in her panic, the thorn sliced across her skin. Within seconds, her pale hand swelled up and turned a sickening purple-black.
Lucian's face went white, and he crushed the thorn under his boot.
His Alpha pheromones exploded through the room—wild, violent, protective, and lethal all at once. He pulled Ayara into his arms, his voice rough and urgent.