ALPHA PARTHE.
I waited in the hall for my Luxuria, but she was taking longer than she should. Then the good-for-nothing dimwit stood up and excused himself.
That was when I followed. I couldn't leave anything to chance.
I followed her scent. She must have forgotten that I was born to track and kill. No scent eludes my senses, no matter how faint.
By the time I got to the garden, I saw the sight that made my blood boil harder than it had ever done since I was born.
My breath slowed, every muscle coiled, controlled, but the fire in my blood roared hotter than ever.
My Luxuria.
Kissing another man.
My heart stopped for a moment.
No one touches what's mine.
The sight of her lips on his—of his hands daring to touch her—was a betrayal that sliced through my chest.
She saw me.
