"The mark is more than teeth and blood; it is the binding of the Alpha King and an Omega, where strength bows to nurture and fire bends to grace. In that union, neither stands above the other, for together they are whole."
I must have dozed off, as an hour later, I woke up to Elias straddling me, chest heaving, lips swollen from where I had kissed him raw. His golden hair, damp with steam and sweat, clung to his cheeks, and his eyes… spirits above, his eyes burned molten amber, the mark of his Omega wolf pressing to the surface.
My own wolf Vayne paced like a predator inside me. Not restless, not angry, but demanding. He growled low, pressing at the edges of my control, urging me to take, have our mate claim us. But before I could act, Elias's hand slid to the side of my throat. His fingers trembled, not with hesitation, but with hunger. His wolf, Black, untamed, radiant, howled beneath his skin, fighting for release.
