GREEHAVEN HILL
King Godric faced the sky, looking at it like he was searching for something. The wind blew constantly, tangling his hair. He didn't even blink. His cloak would lift a bit and circle before succumbing to the floor again, but he didn't shake his head.
His mind was clouded—filled with the thought of Odessa. How was she so enticing like his deceased Luna? Even though they were mates, he didn't expect her to respond to each of his touches that way.
When he licked his fingers after pulling them out of her honeypot, it tasted like vanilla that he wanted over and over again. The thought of it awakened his adrenaline. He had never felt that way for nine hundred years now—not while thinking of his Luna or for another woman.
For the first time since after the death of his Luna, he
