Alpha Jackson Reynolds
After days of grueling elemental training, detailed ceremonial planning, and the mounting pressure of Alaric's silence, I was desperately glad to be holding my mate, my Ames, in my arms. The Luna Ceremony was just two days away, and we had spent the last hour escaping the burden of prophecy and war in the deepest corners of the Alpha suite. We had just finished with some hot, fierce love-making—a necessary reassurance of our bond that the scrolls promised would be our ultimate weapon. I was getting hard again, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her arousal, already anticipating round two of love-making, when the emergency mindlink shattered the peace.
"Alpha! Code Titus Red perimeter breach. Urgent, critical intelligence. I have Desmond Conrad."
The link was raw,
