The ambiance inside the private study remained dense, hot, and dangerously thin. Alpha Duncan’s colossal frame completely pinned Hazel against the heavy large desk, his golden eyes burning with a raw, predatory desperation. His lips were a mere fraction of an inch away from hers, his ragged breath brushing against her mouth. The primitive growl of his inner wolf vibrated against her chest, a demanding, possessive plea for the truth.
Hazel stared back at him, her sky-blue eyes locked in his gaze. The mask of the submissive servant Selah was fraying at the edges, her internal fire magic humming just beneath her ribs. A single word from her mouth would completely change the course of her life.
Before she could form a lie to deflect his heavy questioning, the quiet sanctuary of the room was
