Sera’s body started to convulse again. f**k.
Her back arched off the bed like invisible chains were yanking her spine upward, and the mark on her neck—Lucien’s mark—flared to life in a burst of white-gold fire.
Lucien’s eyes widened.
“Sera..Not again!”
Her lips parted.
But it wasn’t her voice that answered.
It was deeper. Echoed. Layered with tones that didn’t belong to any living creature.
“Alpha Lucien,” the voice purred from her throat. “You smell like sin.”
Lucien’s blood turned to ice.
He stood slowly, fangs flashing, hands clenched into fists. But he didn’t move closer. Not yet. He knew what this was. A test. A trap. A f*****g insult wearing her skin.
Sera’s eyes fluttered open.
One was hers.
The other..jet black. Glossy. Endless.
The voice used her mouth to smile.
“D
