ZAVIEN’S POV
I stood at the window, looking out at my kingdom, and tried to understand what had just happened.
I’d f****d Elena a dozen times over the past few years. Not because I wanted her, but because she was convenient. Because she filled the void for an hour or two before the emptiness rushed back in.
Because when you’ve been dead inside for two centuries, you take whatever scraps of sensation you can find.
But tonight, my body hadn’t even responded. My c**k had stayed limp as a dead fish while a beautiful woman writhed against me.
Tonight, my wolf had lain dormant for her touch, her scent, her desperate attempts at seduction.
Because it was too busy thinking about someone else.
I closed my eyes, and the image was there immediately. Violet eyes blazing with power. Small hands
