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The last thing i remember was being with Draven and spending a night in his chambers and then all of a sudden I woke up on the shoulders of someone running and I was tied up.

The ropes dug into my wrists, the bark scraping my skin raw as I was dragged through the trees like a sack of grain. My knees buckled over roots, my breath ragged from screaming, but the cloaked wolves didn’t flinch.

For a moment, I thought this was it,

the end. Maybe Thorne had finally decided I wasn’t worth keeping. Maybe Draven had given up pretending to care.

But when the trees parted, and I was shoved through an archway of ancient black stone, I knew this wasn’t death.

It was worse.

The chamber was lit by flickering crimson flames, casting a low, primal glow over cracked marble and altar-like slabs. Symbols bled down the walls in black ash. The air tasted like blood and fire.

And then I saw him while my eyes roamed around in fear.

Alpha Zev.

He stood still as stone, draped in a loose dark robe that hung from his wide shoulders, chest bare beneath it. His skin was a patchwork of old scars and sacred markings, glowing faintly under the firelight. His eyes…. Gosh… his eyes, they were gold and gleaming, like molten metal. Not warm. But alive with something… ancient and very dangerous.

He said nothing at first. Just looked at me. Head tilted, lips slightly parted like he was sniffing out my soul.

The wolves tossed me onto a fur-covered bed and vanished like mist. My heart pounded and my limbs trembled as I folded my hands.

He stepped forward slowly.

I scrambled up, clutching the furs around me. “Why…why did you take me? What do you want from me?”

His voice rumbled from deep in his chest.

“I do not want you as a mate.”

I narrowed my eyes confused. That was unexpected and the least thing I was expecting him to say because Thorne and Draven said the opposite.

“But you bid for me,” I whispered, confused. “You… you fought for me.”

He crouched low in front of the fire, his robe falling open slightly. Shadows danced across his torso…lean muscle, brutal and elegant. I couldn’t look away. I hated that I couldn’t.

He didn’t answer right away. Just stared into the flames.

“You ask too many questions,” he murmured.

I clenched my fists. “Then stop being so vague. What am I to you? What do you want from me?”

His eyes snapped to mine.

“You’re a vessel.”

My lips parted, but no sound came out.

Zev rose and walked toward me. Each step was heavy and commanding. He didn’t walk like a man, he stalked like a god of war. When he stopped in front of me, I had to tilt my head up to meet his eyes. His waist was at my eye level. And the thin fabric of his robe left nothing to imagination.

I unexpectedly saw his long and thick cock dangling in between his thighs. Heat exploded in my cheeks, and my breath caught, shamed by the thought that flickered through my mind—what would it feel like in my hand?

No. No. I shouldn’t be looking.

But I couldn’t stop.

A deep, shameful ache twisted in my gut. Something unfamiliar and warm dripped through me, pooling between my thighs. What was happening to me?

“I can smell it,” Zev said, voice low and guttural.

I stiffened. “Smell what?”

His fingers touched my chin, rough calloused fingertips, lifting my face until his breath ghosted against my lips.

“Desire,” he whispered. “You’re soaking in it.”

I gasped, ashamed and furious. “You’re disgusting.”

“You’re aroused.”

His lips curled in the faintest, cruelest smile.

Then his hand gripped the back of my neck, not tightly, but with the kind of restraint that trembled on the edge of total possession.

He leaned in, his breath hot, his voice dark silk.

“You think Thorne owns you? You think Draven understands you?” His lips brushed my ear. “They play with your heart. I will consume it.”

I shuddered.

“You must be mine,” he whispered. “It is not a promise, little one… it is a vow.”

My throat tightened. My body screamed run but something inside me curled toward him like flame to kindling.

This was madness.

This was heat and hunger and humiliation and

And still, I didn’t move away.