Lyra’s wolf snarled inside her chest, but she forced it down. She had sold her pride three days ago when the last of her father’s pack debts came due. The Silver Crescent Pack was dying. Their lands were poisoned, their warriors weak. The only currency left was her.
When he finally pulled back, licking the wound closed, Lyra was trembling in his arms.
Lord Caspian Vane, the Alpha Nocturne, lounged on a throne of blackened silver. His hair was the color of a moonless night, pulled back to reveal a face of sharp, cruel beauty. When his eyes—the color of dying embers—found hers, Lyra felt the air leave her lungs. alpha nocturnes contracted mate ebook
He carried her to the bed, laid her down, and curled around her like a shield. And as the Nocturne Court whispered and schemed around them, the contracted mates slept—bound by blood, collared by magic, and doomed to fall in love.
Caspian smiled then—a real smile, soft and sad and terrifying. "No, little wolf. You just made the only one that matters." Lyra’s wolf snarled inside her chest, but she
She should have said no. Should have invoked the contract's safety clauses. But the bond was singing now, a low and terrible melody, and her wolf was whining for his approval.
He bit his own wrist—a swift, clean puncture—and held it to her lips. "Drink. Seal the contract in blood. Once you taste me, there is no going back." Their lands were poisoned, their warriors weak
She touched her cheek. She was.