Camellia's POV
A chill swept over me. I couldn't stop trembling.
The pine-needle scent, mixed with the overwhelming pressure of an Alpha's dominance, pressed against my skin. The temporary mark on the back of my neck suddenly burned with searing pain.
Esmond pinned me against the carved bedpost. Moonlight filtered through the stained glass, casting a golden-red glow in his eyes.
"You think moving out can sever the bond?" His fangs grazed the unhealed bite mark on my collarbone, the taste of blood rolling in his throat.
I arched my back and let out a threatening growl, my nails tearing through the silk sheets.
Lyra slammed against the mental barrier in my spine, desperate to tear apart the betrayer who had defiled our den.
When his hand slid under the hem of my silk nightgown, I caug
