I carry the scar of the last alpha who decided he was finished with me.
I treat it as a warning. I have been ignoring it for a month.
Dalton is my partner in the alliance holding the enclave's eastern grounds.
His presence promises the one thing that would tie my bloodline to his for good.
Last week our hands met over the alliance documents and he did not move his.
The sealed vault door stood open behind him. Neither of us looked at anything else.
That is the shame of it. Not the rival. That everything the scar taught me says run, and I keep going back to that archive.
He says my name and the warning goes quiet in me.
The blood moon rises tomorrow and the vault door seals from the inside.
Behind that door. His claim taken in full. Tied to him until it takes. My bloodline bound into his with no undoing it.
A rival is demanding me as blood tribute, being cast off a second time would finish me, and I have already checked that the door still seals.
What is left of my bloodline once he keeps me? What is left of me if the rival collects?
A full-length dark werewolf knotting and breeding erotic novel featuring a scarred enclave wolf and the alpha who holds the alliance.
