The snow fell with an intensity that seemed to defy time itself. The freezing air bit my skin, but I didn't care. I had left the hunt behind, that eternal dance of blood and power that defined my role as alpha. Today was different. Today I was beginning a much more dangerous game, one that required neither claws nor fangs, but patience and cunning. Eliza. My destined mate. My key to dismantling everything the Iron Blood Pack had built.
When I entered the kitchen this morning, the aroma of hot chocolate and the sound of crackling fire welcomed me. But it wasn't that which captured my attention. It was her. Eliza was there, wrapped in a silk pajama that barely protected her delicate skin from the cold. Her hair fell in soft waves down to her buttocks, the desire to grab it firmly while taming her in my bed awakened my beast, and her eyes, those damn eyes, looked at me with a mixture of surprise and something else. Fear? Curiosity? I didn't know, but I would find out.
