THE AFTERMATH of Cassian’s visit and Waldemar’s raw display of jealousy left Selene feeling more trapped than ever. The Moonbind, vibrating with Waldemar’s possessive fury, had cemented his claim in a way that stripped away her last vestiges of internal resistance. The memory of his aggressive kiss, of her body’s traitorous response, burned with a humiliating intensity. She was his, he had declared, in every way, and her own magic seemed to echo his terrifying vow. Cassian’s offer felt like a cruel taunt, a glimpse of light quickly extinguished by the overwhelming darkness of Waldemar’s dominance.
For days, Waldemar kept her close. He rarely left her side, even when attending to pack matters, bringing his Alpha duties into her chambers. He was a constant, watchful presence, his golden eye
