CIARA
Hayes filled the doorway, his massive shoulders blocking out the faint light from the corridor. He looked completely feral, his heavy leather hunting vest was torn open down the seam. In his right hand, he dragged the entire hindquarters of a wild mountain deer.
"If you bring one more dead animal into the master bedroom, Hayes, I am going to throw it out the high casement windows," I said, my voice dry. I leaned back against the carved headboard, crossing my arms tightly over my tunic.
"The servants are already muttering that the Alpha suite smells like a slaughterhouse."
Hayes didn't stop. He didn't even acknowledge the threat. His heavy boots thudded against the floorboards as he strode straight toward the bed, his gold eyes completely locked onto my face with a terrifying, s
