The dense foliage of the Verdant Bond cocooned them, shielding their entangled, sweat-slicked bodies from the world, but it could not stifle the raw, rhythmic moans escaping their lips.
It was late, and the manor grounds were deserted. Even if a servant had wandered by, neither Selena nor Lucian Stormrage would have cared. They were Alphas—born with a predatory pride that rendered them immune to shame. To a werewolf of their standing, the body was a weapon, and its hunger was as natural as the hunt. The more powerful the wolf, the less they felt the need to hide their desires.
Selena had few lovers in her past, not out of chastity, but because few men met her standards. She was emotionally detached, viewing intimacy as a physical release rather than a soulful connection. Aside from her f
