The air in the penthouse was no longer just heavy; it was combustible.
My blood was actually boiling beneath my skin. My first heat had snared me out of the blue, tearing through my blood like a raging, boiling torrent of liquid fire. It burned away all the sane, reasonable thoughts I had left and replaced them with a primitive, spewing terror. I held to the dark silk sheets of Kaelen‘s king-sized bed, my fistgrip turning white, when a hideous gasp escaped me.
The air was filled with the smell of blooming moonflowers and wild honey, heavy, fragrant, and addictive.
It was a beacon. A biological siren song wanting to be taken.
Around the bed, the three deadliest Alphas in the Obsidian Claw pack had completely lost their human masks. Their irises had vanished entirely, swallowed by the bl
