Ian's POV
Kaelric led me into a chamber lit by fireglass. Opulent, yes - but cold. A tomb dressed in silk.
“This is where you’ll be staying, small wolf,” he said, dragging a hand down my back.
I flinched. His grin deepened.
When he grabbed my ass, I slapped him. Hard. “Don’t touch me!”
He barely blinked. “You don’t get it, do you?”
“What?” I spat.
He stepped closer. Heat radiated from him like a furnace. I backed up. He didn’t let me go - he just gripped my arms tighter.
“I am the soon-to-be king of DuskHowl Dominion Pack,” he growled. “I take what I want. And I want you.”
Then he kissed me.
It wasn’t tender. It wasn’t even real. It was a claim.
I jerked back, heart pounding. “You bastard.”
Kaelric only laughed. “Careful. Others would lose their throats for less. But you... you
