MALAKAI

“Malakai,” she murmured, stepping toward me, her hands already rising as if she intended to trace the lines of my muscles. “Clarabel just mentioned that you... want me to help you with your wounds. I’m so happy you are finally asking for my help. What do you need me to do, Alpha? Tell me where it hurts.”

The bond, already frayed and screaming from Clarabel’s touch, reacted with a violent jolt of revulsion. Talia wasn't her. Her scent agitated me yet again, making my wolf pace behind my ribs with bared teeth.

“Don’t come any closer,” I barked.

I didn't wait for her to obey. I lunged for my...