Keith

I stand in front of Hope’s door, jaw tight. I’ve been wanting this date for weeks, and I’m still not sure why I’m here after everything. She lied to me. Put herself in the middle of Camille and the Queen’s feud like she couldn’t get burned. Risked herself without a thought of what it would do to me.

My beast snorts. Just claim her. She is mate. Simple.

Not simple. She has to want to be claimed first.

Make her want it. We are good male. Strong. She will be safe.

If only it were that easy. I think about all the pieces lying in our path like jagged...