"Bite me," Myra commands, her voice a desperate whisper as she looks at Draven, his body already cold as ice, and notes he doesn’t have long.
The alpha's resistance to corrupt her is noted in a tone of defiance from her lips as she is faced with a last resort.
"If you don't bite me, I swear I will go look for those Canix wolves and let them do the job."
It is like a blow to his possessiveness as the alpha snarls, his canines edging to life as he aims for her wrist.
Myra hisses from the instant pain and the hazy gaze that locks hers; she is transfixed by his hold on her.
She feels an immense burning pain through the bite that's fainly turns to pleasure, it was unlike anything she ever felt and her core shuddered through his heat
But She makes no move to pull away, not until he lets
