The Steele mansion had always felt impenetrable, a fortress of cold marble and heavy iron. But at three in the morning, the illusion of absolute safety shattered.
The violent absence of heat in the room woke me up from my sleep. The heavy, muscular arm that usually held me pinned to the mattress was gone. I gasped while sitting up in the dark. The bedroom was pitch black, but my newly awakened Luna senses were screaming. The room held a suffocating atmosphere while Alpha power released its dangerous ozone.
Dominic was standing perfectly still by the bedroom door. He wore only dark sweatpants, which showed his broad chest that rose and fell with silent predatory breathing. His silver eyes had completely vanished, replaced by the blazing, lethal gold of his wolf.
I whispered "Dominic?" wh
