Fell for the Alpha-less Queen

Landon's kiss deepened, brimming with the primal wildness and tender devotion

unique to wolfkind. Tessa's heart pounded like a drum, her breath tangling with his

as their lips met again and again.

In the softly lit restaurant of the hot spring resort, candlelight flickered gently

across their entwined forms. Outside, moonlight spilled across the cobbled

garden path, while tall cedars whispered in the night breeze, adding a touch of

quiet romance to their secluded moment.

Tessa pressed her hands lightly against his chest, cheeks flushed rose.

"Landon... we're in the restaurant..." Her voice trembled slightly with

embarrassment, but her protest was cut short by his low, husky chuckle.

He leaned close, his breath warm against her car. "No one's going to interrupt us."

His voice was rich, magnetic, sending a shiver down her spine.

His hand slid from her back to her waist, pulling her even closer. Through the thin

fabric between them, she could feel his heat-intense, steady, enveloping her.

"Let's go to the hot spring." Landon's tone was gentle, yet left no room for refusal.

He took her hand and led her through the oak doors, down a stone path strewn

with smooth pebbles, deeper into the resort grounds.

light, though her mind wandered. The

underground river... could it truly share

like the

secrets the energy

them later.

stay

spring was hidden deep within the cedar forest, surrounded by

of clear water steamed beneath the moonlight,

silver ribbons

wrought-iron benches waited with neatly folded

quietly beside them, releasing

the cool air-calming,

her hand and lit the

the darkness,

of his tall

rising

been carrying for

caught Landon in the act of undoing his black shirt,

chest. In the pale light, his skin gleamed with a

power born of his

turned away, voice

change."

glass sliding door into the changing

like this? We've been together

changed into a simple white swimsuit, tying a sheer

sash hugged her figure, the thin fabric drifting

breath, opened the door, and

the warm stone path.

against the smooth stone edge of the

beading on his skin. His gaze locked

with a smoldering intensity that made