When The Moon Hides Her Crown
Breath to breath.
“Did you think sending him to me covered in the scent of your rut would make him yours?” I growled low.
He didn’t flinch. Instead, he shoved his hands into his pockets and murmured with a maddening calm, “Ever heard of destiny? That place you end up because it was designed, that person you were always meant to meet?” He looked right at me then, his voice like ice. “I’m that destiny. The one he’s fated to crash into, no matter how far he tries to run,” his eyes bled into his wolf’s, burning with possessive certainty.