PrologueThe silk sheets were cold against her skin.Everything else was fire.Mia's breath came in sharp, unsteady waves as his hands large, unhurried, infuriatingly certain traced the curve of her waist like he had all the time in the world. Like she wasn't trembling. Like her body wasn't betraying every word her mouth kept trying to say."Let me go." Her voice was barely above a whisper.Nikolai Vitale didn't even look up. His lips brushed the soft skin just below her collarbone, and she felt her fingers curl into the sheets beneath her."Amore." His voice was low. Velvet wrapped around gravel. Italian accent thickening the word until it felt like a brand. "I own you.""You don't" A sharp inhale cut her off as his hand slid slowly up her thigh. "You don't own me.”He finally lifted his gaze to hers. Dark eyes. Bottomless. The kind of eyes that had probably watched men die and felt nothing. Yet right now they were fixed entirely on her and that was somehow more terrifying.A slow, dangerous smile pulled at the corner of his mouth."No?" He leaned in until his lips barely grazed her ear. "Then tell me why your body says otherwise.”Mia opened her mouth.Nothing came out.And Nikolai Vitale the most feared man in two countries smiled like he had already won.Because he had.

PrologueShe wasn't supposed to be there. But the moon never asks permission  and neither did they.Two alphas. One mate. And a world about to catch fire.✦∗ ∗ ∗The room was dark except for the silver wash of moonlight cutting through the curtains. Jason's hands found her waist before she could think  warm, firm, certain, like he'd already decided and was simply letting her catch up."You're trembling," he murmured against her throat. Not a question. His mouth curved against her skin she could feel the smile, slow and devastating.From behind her, Tyson's voice came low and close, breath warm at her ear — To Be Continued —