The sickened luna’s last chance

Alexander

Business to handle. Right

The truth was, I’d made up the excuse because I needed to get away from Ella before I did something stupid again.

Dancing with her under the moonlight had been torture of the sweetest kind. The way she’d felt in my arms, the rose in her hair, the utter adoration in her eyes every time she looked up at me.

And that kiss. Goddess, that kiss at the banquet.

My wolf had gone absolutely feral when Ella had pulled me down to her mouth. The taste of her, the way she’d responded to me, the little sound she’d made when I’d kissed her back… It had taken every ounce of self–control I possessed not to carry her out of

that ballroom and straight to our bed.

I wanted to strip that midnight blue gown off her body and worship every inch of her skin. I wanted to mark her again, deeper this time, until there was no question who she belonged to. I wanted to bury myself inside of her and make her mine in every way possible.

I couldn’t. Not

whether she was a spy

at me for days now. Ella’s family had definitely orchestrated my parents‘ deaths–I had concrete proof of that now. And whether Ella knew or not, one thing was abundantly clear: they

perfectly trained weapon designed to

did know and all

killed by Ella’s family. I couldn’t risk

how much I wanted her, I’d locked myself in my office with a bottle of whiskey and tried to drown out my wolf’s increasingly

wasn’t

at the amber liquid, trying to focus on the way it caught

actually care

from childhood to play this role, she’d be good at making me believe whatever they wanted me to

the whiskey and

grew fuzzier, but the ache in my chest only got

would be asleep