THE BANISHED ALPHA, CLAIMED ME
he said quietly.
"And because somewhere between hating your Clan and hating myself, I fell for the one person I had no right to want. I have tried telling myself otherwise for two weeks, and it has not worked once."
Outside the window, a horn sounded, low and urgent, echoing across the Bloodstone camp, the sound carrying a weight that made every hair on my arms rise.
Thoros's head snapped toward the sound, every trace of tenderness vanishing into something hard and alert, his whole body shifting into the posture of a man ready for war.