Thomas POV
Thomas woke already alert.
That alone told him Mira was dangerous.
The room smelled of s*x and wine—last night lingering in the air like a dare. Morning light slipped through the curtains in narrow bands, cutting across the floor. Mira lay sprawled on the chaise, naked and unashamed, dark hair tangled, skin warm and inviting.
She looked relaxed.
She never was.
Thomas stood at the window, shirt half-buttoned, scanning the ground out of habit. His wolf was restless, pacing beneath his skin.
Not hunger. Not jealousy. Calculation.
“You’re mine,” he said finally. The words tasted like both claim and warning. “My mate. My Luna. But if you lie to me again, I’ll kill you myself.”
Mira laughed.
Not startled. Not offended.
Amused.
She slid off the chaise and crossed the room
