*Chapter 18:
ALESSIA
The door slammed shut behind us.
Green light washed the walls of B3, and for one second there was nothing in the world except the sound of twenty-two hours bleeding out of the clock.
And Azriel.
His back was to the door. His chest was heaving. And his throat — god, his _throat_ — was still marked red from where my teeth had been minutes ago when I chose him over Council, over Liam, over sanity.
Mira wasn’t asleep. She was feral_. But not for blood.
_Again,_ she purred, stretching inside my ribs like a cat about to catch a prey. _He gave us his throat once, make him give it twice, infact, make him give us everything.
“You’re shaking,” Azriel said.
His voice was wreckage. No Kade, or Alpha. Just a man who’d just watched his Luna go gold and choose h
