Nyxia’s POV:
When the ceremony ended, the hall erupted in howls, their wild calls echoing through the mansion. But there was no joy in the sound—no real celebration. It was all a display, a show of dominance and power. The pack’s unity at its most twisted.
Dominico turned to me, his expression unreadable as he extended his arm. I stared at it, hesitating, my skin crawling at the thought of touching him. But I had no choice. I placed my hand on his arm, the heat of his body searing through the thin fabric of his suit, making my pulse race.
My mind drifted back to the kiss. My chest tightened, heart pounding as the memory of his lips against mine resurfaced. It was scorching hot, leaving me breathless as if I was about to melt. His scent—sandalwood, forest, and something dangerous I could
