Aria Snow pov :
The Rose Room dissolved into a blur of heated skin, tangled sheets, and ragged, desperate breaths.
The heavy, suffocating weight of the Heat—the ancient, biological imperative of the White Wolf—had entirely consumed my rational mind. There was no past. There was no Silas, no Frost Lake, no trauma. There was only the blinding, incandescent fire burning in my veins, and the three Kings who were perfectly designed to extinguish it.
I was drowning, but for the first time in my life, I didn't want to be saved. I wanted to sink completely to the bottom.
Caspian’s lips never left mine. His kiss was a masterclass in absolute dominance, demanding every ounce of my surrender while simultaneously offering me his entire soul. His massive, calloused hands gripped my waist, his t
