Lorelei

The dream began like it always did.

A man loomed in a shadowed room, chained with the strongest silver chains I’ve ever seen. His body was hidden in the shadows. He was big, larger and more masculine than any man I’ve ever seen.

Towering over seven feet tall, he made me feel small, like a cornered prey. His scent was familiar, cinnamon and spiced rum—like that of my mate.

The moonlight reflected on his face. A gasp escaped my lips as terrifying red eyes pinned on me. My ...