Denzel’s POV
Venessa had me completely undone.
Knowing she was aware I watched her while she touched herself made the whole thing feel dangerously intimate, almost forbidden. I enjoyed it every stolen moment and each time I left her window, I had to rein myself in, reminding my body and my wolf who I was supposed to be. I wished, more than anything, that things between us had unfolded differently. My heart had never responded to anyone the way it did to her. Not once. She was everything effortlessly perfect in ways I couldn’t escape.
I knew King Fabian wanted her. I had seen it in his eyes, felt it in the way his attention lingered. Asking me to hand her over as tribute was beneath him low and insulting. He wanted my army, my power, and now my mate. The man had made himself the bane of
