Guess what? She didn’t shift. Not yet.
She didn’t grow claws.
Didn’t sprout fangs.
Didn’t howl.
She just f*****g burned.
Sera’s body lay sprawled, naked, slick, dripping against Lucien’s bed like the aftermath of war. Her chest heaved. Her thighs shook. Her cunt twitched..angry and empty and so swollen it looked bruised.
Her heart thundered like it didn’t know how to stop.
And her wolf?
Silent.
Fucking silent.
No power.
No surge.
No shift.
Just heat.
Just a p***y wet enough to drown a f*****g pack.
Just her. moaning like a slut and clenching around nothing.
Her hands slid down her chest before she could stop them.
Shaking fingers.
Sticky palms.
They brushed over her n*****s. Hard. Sore. Aching from earlier…when his mouth had sucked them like he wanted to own them.
She
