Camellia's POV
My face went up in flames the second Lionel spoke.
A jumble of emotions hit me—embarrassment, sure, but also this weird flicker of thrill.
"Lionel." Esmond's greeting came out flat.
I relaxed. He hadn't caught Lionel's whisper.
Lionel gave a curt nod and kept walking.
My eyes tracked him anyway.
Every move he made had this magnetic pull, like my wolf was clawing at my ribs to get closer.
Lyra vibrated inside me, obsessed with Lionel's scent.
My pulse spiked, breath turned shallow, heat pooling between my thighs.
"Why're you staring at Lionel?"
"Not your business." I shrugged Esmond off.
"You're my mate." He yanked me against his chest.
Pine and bitter vervain flooded my nose. Lyra growled in disgust.
"You know I hate you eyeing other men. Besides, he's my uncle
