Dimitri
Her light eyes almost matched the pale color of her hair as she stared at me with her full lips parted in clear surprise, clearly trying to make sense of what I’d just said.
"Kings?" she mutters under her breath, unable to speak louder than a whisper. "You’re both… you’re King Valecourt."
F*ck the way she breathed my name in that soft, slightly throaty way sends a jolt of excitement straight through me. My body hardens instantly. Not now. Not now. Last night was different; it meant her survival. The next time I make her mine will be a far cry from the rushed rutting in the dirt.
My bonded turns and looks over her shoulder at the wolf, who is still standing behind her. “And your King Calder.”
The mutt inclines his head, and I fight the urge to peek inside his head to see if
