Alpha's slave, the eternal submission
Her lashes flutter, innocently under me and I feel the powerful urge to bridge the gap between us, to press my lips against hers and taste the sweetness of her peach-colored lips.
My lips hovers just above hers. We are staring at each other, my heart pounds in my chest and I clench my fist, trying not to break. What is it with me? I am Ozar, the harbinger, born of fire and shadow, my breath sears in lava and my claws are reapers of night. In forever, my heart has been forged in a furnace of wrath, showing no space for love or submission.
However, in this moment…I cannot uphold defend myself from the grip of the mate bond. The hold Yeri has on me at this moment doesn’t care about my ancestry
Bab Populer