"Love can be gentle flames; others burn like wildfires. Ours is both the warmth that soothes and the fire that consumes."
The aftermath of it all was Elias's cheeks flushed, his lips swollen from our kisses, his body wound tight as if his wolf itself was clawing at the surface, begging to be touched, claimed, loved.
I had claimed him as the Omega, and when I bit him, the power that I first felt when he was in heat merged with Vayne, my wolf. His wolf, though an Omega, had the scent of Crownspice, and the power of Crestwave was the ancient force of the Omegas. The Crestwave rolled from Elias in waves, the Crownspice curling around me, shackling me tighter than any chain, and Vayne rose to accept it and reveled in its power and then shared the power of the Alpha king, and we bonded as one.
