-ALEXANDER-
The night of the royal wedding was a blur of torment for me. Lilian's calculated composure, her polite yet firm rejections of other males, had been a strange torture. My wolf snarled with possessiveness, aching to tear into any male who dared to look too long.
Yet, Lilian's cool demeanor also proved her mastery over herself, and by extension, her continued dominance over me. I hadn't snapped. I had endured. But the cost was immense. My body throbbed with a desperate need, a constant, physical ache that only she could soothe. And she wouldn't. Not yet.
The main hall buzzed with music and chatter. Lilian, still moving with that deceptive grace, drifted through the crowd. I followed her like a shadow, my eyes never leaving her, my jaw tight. The bond was a live wire between us
