The rain had now slowed to drizzles but the wind was wild. It tugged at Freya’s damp hair as she ran with no destination in mind. Her naked form was chilled, legs trembling with exhaustion.
Her thighs still throbbed with the ache of what they’d done…raw, primal, and maddeningly irreversible.
She didn’t remember leaving the vault. Only that something had pulled her out like an ancient supernatural force. The glass window had shattered around her as she leapt, and miraculously, she sustained no injury. Perhaps because it wasn’t ‘Freya’ who jumped.
It was the beast.
And now, that beast wouldn’t sleep.
She felt so cold and strange like she wasn’t in her own body. Everything around her felt small. First, it was the intense unbearable need to be claimed by the Alpha, and she had given in,
