AURORA'S POV:

“What are we... no, tell me, what am I doing here?” I finally found my voice, a mere whisper, breaking with uncertainty. My heart drummed wildly against my ribcage. Part of me urged him to touch me, to take me, even though I had never been with any wolf. This craving… it was sickening. It felt deep, primal. Fated.

And yet, it was wrong. Or maybe it wasn't.

When I looked up at Dante, I could see it in his eyes, he was feeling it too. His gaze was all over me with a ...