ALARIC

I walked down the hall back to my room, my steps were slow, steady, and full of power. Each step I took away from her room made my heart tremble. Desdemona read through me perfectly. I wanted her. I claimed her as mine. Yet, I can't have her.

I halted and looked back at the closed wooden door, my jaw tightening. It felt like I could read her shattered mind through the silence. I could burn her, tear her apart—but I felt the same way she did. I was shattered whenever she was.

“I want her,” my wolf whispered in my chest, voice rough and hungry, but I couldn’t...