Chapter 71: The Alpha’s Hunger
The heavy wooden door slammed shut.
The sound echoed off the stone walls of our new chamber. I turned from the fire to see Victor standing there. He locked the door with a decisive click of the iron bolt.
He had just returned from the perimeter. He was covered in snow and the smell of the night air. His chest was heaving. His gold eyes were blown wide and almost entirely black.
He did not look like my husband in that moment. He looked like the predator that had torn a van apart with his bare hands.
"Victor?" I asked softly.
"Take it off," he commanded.
His voice was a low growl that vibrated in the floorboards.
I hesitated. "What?"
"The dress," he said. He took a step toward me. "Take it off. Now."
My heart hammered against my ribs. The air in the r
