Rebecca

Maximus’s amber eyes didn’t leave mine. His hand was still buried in my hair, the heat of his palm sinking into my scalp like a brand.

“Let me touch you again, Rebecca.” It wasn’t a plea. It was a command wrapped in velvet.

I didn’t flinch. Didn’t breathe. I wasn’t sure if it was defiance or surrender that held me still.

Then—

“Alpha,” Calder’s voice rang out from the trees, too close.

Maximus swore under his breath and ...