Somewhere in the castle, a war council was in session. The King of Drakenfell was discussing threats and the future of the realm with his inner circle. And somewhere between the two, Serena Frostborne was trying to wrestle an unconscious Alpha into a pair of shorts and losing.
Twenty minutes prior she was butt naked in a cave straddling him.
"Dex." She shook him. His head lolled to the side, slack and heavy. "Dex, wake up. Please."
He looked peaceful. Offensively peaceful. Like he'd cum inside his mate three times and was taking a nap peaceful.
Her hands were still shaking. His blood was on her mouth, her chin, her fingers. The taste of iron sat on her tongue and refused to leave.
She pressed two fingers to his pulse. Steady. Slow. Too slow.
Serena: Aurelia, what did you do to him.
Silence. The kind of silence that had weight to it, deliberate and unapologetic.
Serena: If you hurt him, I will never forgive you. Do you understand me?
