KIRA

I woke to Dante already dressed in his battle gear.

Leather armor, reinforced with silver plating. Weapons strapped across his body — swords, daggers, enough firepower to take down a small army.

He looked every inch the Alpha King. Powerful. Dangerous. Beautiful.

"How long have you been up?" I asked, my voice rough with sleep.

"An hour. Couldn't sleep anymore. Too much adrenaline." He sat on the edge of the bed, his hand finding mine. "How are you feeling?"

"Terrified. Ready. Desperate ...