KARINA
The silk sheets felt like heated sandpaper against my bare skin. Pushing my face into the damp pillow, a groan escaped my throat as the morning light pierced through the blackout curtains.
My head throbbed with a blinding, rhythmic pulse and to make matters worse, a thick wave of raw horniness flooded my system without warning. My wolf heat had aggressively surged back for the second time in days, turning my blood into liquid fire.
Every muscle in my body wound tight with a relentless, aching tension. I lay there trapped in a physical nightmare, my skin damp with sweat, my inner animal clawing frantically at my thoughts. Critical sovereign matters demanded my presence downstairs, but the sheer intensity of the arousal kept me pinned to the mattress, unable to move without my br
