Days passed, yet Alpha Syzar was still in disbelief that he had fallen asleep with someone beside him; it was a downright miracle—and terrifying.
For the first time in years, he had given his safety freely in the presence of Celeste, his sworn enemy’s daughter and slave, while he was dead asleep to the world.
Ever since that day, he had tried to avoid her. Now he faced more sleepless nights.
His body rejected opium and all other sedatives, while his wolf called for a familiar blonde—a call he rejected repeatedly.
Servants could see the alpha’s troubled state, including Nyssa, who announced herself into his chambers, her smile wide after he allowed her presence.
“I have missed you so much, my king,” she called, kissing the crook of his neck. But just as she reached for his zipper, his
