I wasn’t foolish enough to believe that any amount of time would prepare me for Alpha Cain’s cruelness, nor his Blood Dawn Pack.

Even his assessing gaze sent me scrambling to the corner. With my back flat against the wall, I have nowhere to run, nowhere to escape. Nowhere to look at, except Alpha Cain’s eyes—and his shirtless body.

He’s wearing modern blue jeans, clean and neat like the rest of him. His hair, blue-black and ruffled and still a bit wet, tells me he just had a bath.

I didn’t allow myself to imagine what he had in mind for me. It was enough to know that he expected...