LUCIAN’S POV
"f**k," I growled, moving back and forth in my bedroom. My body seethed. The ice cold shower I had when I came in did nothing to quench the flame of hunger that burned within me.
Flame of hunger that burned for my mate.
Selena. Her name occupied my thoughts, her perfume clung to me, my body craved her.
The King of Ardyth had warned me of the aftereffects of using the ancestral bowl but I didn't know it would be this strong. I thought it was something I could easily handle.
I clenched my fists as I tried to hold it in.
I can do it. I must. Once I can get through the night, it will be over.
The door was pushed open behind me and I forced myself to remain composed.
"Struggling, are we?" a deep, laughing voice said behind me and I knew it was none other than the King of Ar
