Aurora rushed into Alpha Marcus’s lavish suite pool, her breath hitching the moment she caught sight of him.
The room was dimly lit, the faint glow of the pool casting ripples of light onto the walls.
There he was—Alpha Marcus, the dangerous and enigmatic Mafia lord—reclining at the edge of the pool.
Smoke curled lazily from the cigarette between his fingers, adding to his air of dangerous allure.
The scene would have been captivating if it weren’t for the sharp sting of the smoke filling her lungs.
Aurora began to cough violently, her chest tightening with every breath. Her hand flew to her throat, her breaths becoming shallow and erratic. Her eyes watered as panic set in.
Marcus turned sharply, his piercing green eyes narrowing as he noticed her struggling.
His wolf growled in a
