The next night, Lyra stood in the center of the Alpha Kings’ lodge, the firelight casting gold and red over her skin. She had been told to wear the simple linen slip they had left for her. It clung to her hips and left her shoulders bare. Her pulse was wild.
Kael, the gold-eyed Alpha, entered first. His presence was as heavy as the heat from the fire. He closed the distance between them slowly, as if savoring the moment. His eyes swept over her body and back up to her face.
“You will begin with me,” he said. “I am your anchor. I show you how to breathe for us, how to listen.”
He circled her once, fingers grazing her waist in a way that sent sparks up her spine. Then he stood in front of her and spoke with steady authority. “Breathe in when I touch. Breathe out when I release. No other s
