Maya

Nate fell silent for a moment, his gaze fixated on my neck, his hands clenched in a display of restraint before he released his fists and grasped my jaw, tilting my face to meet his intense gaze. His darkened eyes betrayed the primal instincts of his wolf, yet strangely, I felt no fear, despite the memories of past traumas threatening to surface—I could hear my own cries from the night Maximus and Leonardo forcefully marked me, I could hear myself begging, see the hatred in ...