Rhea pov :
The metallic, heavy taste of Alaric’s blood flooded my mouth.
It was a violent, suffocating kiss. The moment his lips crushed against mine in the throne room, the Lycan blood slid down my throat, searing my veins with an agonizing, electric heat. The ancient magic of the pack oath violently anchored itself into my bones.
Then, just as suddenly as he had taken me, he tore himself away.
Alaric stepped back, his chest heaving slightly, though his golden eyes remained entirely dead. He wiped a drop of his own blood from his lower lip with the back of his thumb.
"The oath is sealed," he said, his voice entirely devoid of the searing heat that had just existed between us. He turned his back on me, walking toward his generals who were waiting in the shadows. "Go to your chamb
