Klea can no longer count how many times she’d been choked tonight.
Or was it already dawn? Alas, she cannot tell. However, she can tell that the Shadow Alpha that f****d hours ago saved her from his own Alpha—Ansel, the new Fire Moon Alpha who burned his predecessor’s bedroom and body when Alain decapitated Cal.
She must be more afraid of Ansel. But somehow, she’s more afraid of Alain’s death stare.
“What the f**k is going on here?” he asked.
Klea just stared at him. Somehow, she felt something towards the brute. He’s handsome yet rough, his aura dark yet his body was smoking hot.
And he’s shirtless. No, not shirtless.
He’s not wearing any clothes, even his c**k is waving at her.
“What the f**k?”
“What?” Alain then followed her eyes to his groin. A smile split those dark features.
