Bai Yue was a mess.
She paced the small, enclosed space of her woven-grass hut, her hands flying up to cover her cheeks for the hundredth time. It was no use.
She was hiding. She was a grown, modern woman with a functioning brain, and she was currently hiding in a primitive tent like a frightened rabbit.
He kissed me, her mind screamed, the memory of the hot spring playing on a relentless, terrifying loop in her brain. Han Shān actually kissed me!
The shock of it was still vibrating through her nervous system.
This was the same Snow Leopard Alpha who, just a short time ago, had looked at her with eyes made of hate. He had threatened her. He had kept Ruì Xuě tucked behind his massive legs as if she were a literal plague. He had loathed the very ground she walked on.
And now? Now he had cornered her behind a rock, devoured her mouth like a starving beast, and declared that he was going to make her pay for every cold night she had put him through.
He wanted to mate with her.
