That night of pleasures in Celeste’s chambers was the first of many as it became an unintentional habit of the alphas visits.
Coming nights were filled with his bestial cravings that would turn to soft lovemaking the next day, which confused Celeste beyond bounds.
Leaving her feeling needed by the alpha, and every night he had her read to him,
Lulling him into sleep with her voice, and before she knew it, the tonic she had brewed from Muriel’s request was hardly touched.
She loved that her sheets were soaked with the heavy scent of Syzar that felt like a warm hug.
Even though he tried to pretend she couldn’t feel his gaze on her each night, it left her wolf preening from the attention.
But what had shocked her more was when she had woken to feel a sudden change in her slave bracelets
