The silence of the bedroom felt heavy after the forest's symphony.
Talia shut the door softly, leaning her forehead against the cool wood. Her skin still buzzed. It was a physical sensation, a humming vibration that lived deep in her marrow—the aftershocks of running with an Alpha King.
For an hour, she hadn’t been Talia the refugee or the rogue or the rejected mate. She had been a queen of the wild, flanking a beast of shadow and lightning. Lucian and his wolf, Savage, had shared his power with her, a torrent that knit her torn muscles and soothed the constant, gnawing ache in her bones.
He is perfect, Kaela sighed. The wolf curled up, practically purring, drunk on the potency of the King’s aura. Did you feel him, Talia? He held back for us. He is a mountain, and he moves like a breeze
