CHAPTER 162
"Alaric! Look at me!" Selena's face contorted with rage as she realized the moment had been snatched away. "I'm right here! Mark me!"
"Shut up," Alaric growled, the voice not entirely his own. It was deeper, more guttural, vibrating with a frequency that made the glass in the window panes rattle.
The "logic" he had been clinging to—the politics, the pack's expectations, his father's stern face—shattered like glass.
None of it mattered. The throne, the lineage, the pride of the Blood-Moon pack... it was all ash compared to the scent drifting through that open window.
Selena reached for him again, her nails scratching against his skin as she tried to pull his face back to her neck. "Bite me! Alaric, I am your Luna! I am—"
He didn't even look at her. With a strength that was bordering on feral, Alaric shoved past her.
His body collided with the window, the wood and glass exploding outward under the force of an Alpha's frantic desperation.
