Caspian rose. He moved without sound, appearing before her in a whisper of cold air. He tilted her chin up with one finger. His skin was cool, but not icy. Alive, but not living.
When he finally pulled back, licking the wound closed, Lyra was trembling in his arms.
Her wolf whimpered. A contracted mate was worse than a slave. It was a magical tether that overrode her instincts, forcing her to submit to his presence, his touch, his bite. alpha nocturnes contracted mate ebook
A knock at the door made her freeze.
"You didn't eat dinner," he said, setting the box on a side table. "Your wolf needs sustenance." Caspian rose
Want to read more? In the next chapter, Lyra discovers that Caspian's enemies have planted a spy inside the court—and the spy is her own exiled sister. To protect her pack, Lyra must lie to her mate. But lies have a scent, and the Alpha Nocturne is about to catch it...
"Do it," she whispered.
He looked like a sin carved from marble.