CHAPTER 161
Alaric froze on the threshold, his heart hammering a rhythm against his ribs. His wolf, usually so mournful and distant, let out a snarl of warning in the back of his mind.
"Selena?" he rasped, stepping further into the room, the dim moonlight filtering through the single window to illuminate the bed.
There, sprawled across the dark furs, was Selena. She was fully naked, her pale skin glowing like ivory against the rough textures of the cabin.
She had positioned herself gracefully, her dark hair spread out like a fan across the pillows.
She shifted, her eyes—wide and dark with a manufactured hunger—locking onto his.
There was no shame in her gaze, only the same driving ambition that he had just seen in her mother's eyes by the fountain. "You were gone a long time, Alaric," she whispered, her voice sultry with a purr that made his skin crawl.
