SIGRUN
My heart beat faster, listening to his words. A proof that I must not have been in the right headspace was that all he was saying didn’t sound as terrifying as it should.
“My claim is not to be decided by a council of old wolves who secretly fear the dark,” he continued. His jaw tightened so hard a muscle leaped in his cheek.
He looked hungry—ravenous, even—and I knew with absolute certainty that he could hear the frantic, heavy pulse in my throat answering his proximity. He wanted me. I could feel the raw wave of his desire hitting me like a physical force. But there was a rigid, unyielding wall of restraint holding him back.
"I could silence them all tonight," he whispered, his breath brushing the shell of my ear, turning my blood to liquid fire. "I am the Alpha King. I coul
