Vincent growled low. "Aye. An alpha's mate is queen of the pack. When I find my queen I'll claim her, make her mine."
She didn't realize he'd been slowly backing her up until she hit the wall. His eyes were burning so intensely, fixed on her. How could he look at her like that, as if he worshiped her? "How would you claim her?" she asked breathlessly.
Groaning he lowered his head to the crook of her neck, breathing deeply. "My wolf will demand that she submits to me, in every way." His hands ran down her arms, his claws caressing her skin. "If you were my queen your body, your soul, every inch of you would be mine."
She tried to calm herself. Just having him close to her like this set her body on fire. "How would I submit?"
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Vincent Shaw is defeated, half-dead, and broken in more ways than one. A powerful werewolf now in exile Vincent's mistakes haunt his every step.
Evelyn the Meek is a sweet little half-ling and a skilled alchemist. With her own tormented past Evelyn risks life and limb to nurse a broken werewolf back from the brink of death.
With a scheming mystic in the mix, an army of evil at the gate, and a vengeful mercenary on the hunt - Vincent and Evelyn must overcome all odds and each other.
