RYKER
Three more steps. That was all Ronan Volkstane had to take to reach me then this little game would have ended in blood and death, if she hadn’t intervened.
In the three seconds after that she would have been mine forever, if she hadn’t interfered again.
My wolf had been on the edge of breaking when she left, but her feminine scent lingering on my palm, the soft ghost of her touch had tethered me to sanity. Secretly, I found myself craving the true essence of her scent, hidden beneath the perfume she always wore.
“Alpha Ryker,” Grace’s voice drew my attention. She lowered herself gracefully into the seat opposite mine, crossing her legs with a teasing smile. “I see you lost intentionally to Seth Darven. Do you…like him?”
“I love him,” I replied.
Her smile faltered, her composure
