Chapter 37

My room is silent—until it isn’t.

“You fucking idiot, you hurt our mate!” Alaric roars, his voice cracking through the fog in my head. And then I smell it. Her scent. Not the one from the dream—all hot sugar and breathless arousal—but her real scent.

And it’s laced with pain.

I lurch upright, hea...

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