The stone hall still smelled of s*x—musk, sweat, the sharp tang of Selene’s climax staining the air like a ritual. The torches had burned lower, throwing shadows across the naked forms sprawled across the floor. Kade lay on his back, chest heaving, while Selene straddled him, still catching her breath. Lucian knelt at her side, smug as ever, lips gleaming with the taste of her.
It should have been a moment of peace. But Betas were never peaceful.
Kade’s wolf was restless, his jaw tight as he shoved Selene’s weight aside and sat up, glaring across the firelight at Lucian. “You linger too close,” he growled. “Always scheming, always touching what isn’t yours.”
Lucian only tilted his head, that infuriating smirk carved across his sharp features. “And yet she allows it. Maybe she likes the
