The Lycan King didn’t speak as he carried Lunae to his chamber. His grip was hard, his chest rising and falling with barely-contained rage and something darker… desire and lust.
Zephyr followed, his fists clenched, jaw ticking, his scent radiating heat and jealousy.
The door slammed behind them.
Lunae was tossed onto the bed like prey. The chains around her wrists clinked as she landed. Her heart thundered.
“You think you can play gods against each other?” the King said, his voice was cold and filled with lust.
“I didn’t.”
“Shut up,” Zephyr growled, stepping forward, eyes blazing. “You bled for him. Not me.”
“Both of you,” the King snapped. “Strip her.”
Lunae’s breath caught. Both men were about to dominate her, and she was going to enjoy every bit of it..
She remembered Zephyr’s
