LUCIAN
The door thumps shut behind us and the suite goes quiet in that weird way big rooms do. It’s like the air is waiting to see who speaks first. Leah doesn’t speak. She just looks at me. No, not even looks, she studies. There’s a kind of mischief in her eyes, and some heat too. Trouble for me, definitely. I love it.
I feel Fenrir lifts his head inside my chest. Finally. He’s been dragged from sleep by a scent he can’t resist, stubborn thing. “Mate,” he growls lustfully. Leah steps backward slowly, drawing me with her like there’s a hook in my ribs.
“Take off your jacket,” she says softly and I don’t think, I just obey. The fabric slides down my shoulders to wrists. It’s like I’ve been waiting my whole life to be given a simple order. What an irony, a Lycan Alpha taking order
