The moment Serena left to get ready with Elara, restlessness settled in.
Finally, it was evening. Serena time.
And then he saw her. Golden dress shimmering beneath a thick white cloak, peeking through when she moved. Hair pinned up, elegant.
She was devastating.
Dexmon still couldn't believe she was his.
"Gods help me." He grinned, his eyes slow and shameless as they traveled the length of her. "You're going to ruin me."
Her smile was wicked. "Did you miss me?"
"Yes," he answered with no hesitation. He pressed kisses along her neck, her jaw, her shoulder, anywhere he could reach.
She started to laugh.
And Dex had the urge to pick her up. But he knew better. So he settled for interlocking fingers.
Everyone rose to their feet the moment they entered.
The ritual hall was vast, far larger than the pack initiation grounds she had seen before. This one was underground, with no windows, and the seating was carved directly into stone.
