Want More? Alpha’s War
Enjoy this teaser from the next book in the series, Alpha’s War
Denali
I still dream of him at night.
The deep rasp of his voice. The sense of quiet command, even as a prisoner. The giant bulge of his muscles when he moved. When he shook and sweat above me, his thick manhood filling me, satisfying me.
Sometimes I swear I feel the gentleness of his touch just before I wake. But then I always hear the nightmare voice. The rough snarl of a lion in pain.
Denali, I’m coming for you.
I bolt upright in bed, gasping. Just a dream. A dream, a dream, a dream, a dream. Another dream.
Not real.
It doesn’t take a psychotherapist to know what the dream means.
I shove back the memories of the lion who marked me, ignoring the familiar twist in the pit of my stomach.
Nash.
