Chapter 59
Trista's POV
His kiss was frantic, almost out of control.
It held desire, undisguised possession, but mostly a kind of agitation I didn't recognize—
I could feel his pheromones spreading in waves around my body.
It was the usual cold, smoky wood scent of the Ironthorn Alpha, but now it felt ignited, the aftertaste bitter, sharp to the point of pain.
My scent gland tingled, aroused by the aroma. Deep in my consciousness, my wolf thrashed uncomfortably, letting out a small whimper.
That was the sensation of the mating bond being violently yanked tight.
Amidst the struggle, his comm-stone slipped from his suit pocket. It spun half a circle on the thick carpet and settled still.
The next second, the stone's vibration buzzed loudly on the floor.
As the rune activated, the l
