Caspian smiled then—a real smile, soft and sad and terrifying. "No, little wolf. You just made the only one that matters."
Lord Caspian Vane, the Alpha Nocturne, lounged on a throne of blackened silver. His hair was the color of a moonless night, pulled back to reveal a face of sharp, cruel beauty. When his eyes—the color of dying embers—found hers, Lyra felt the air leave her lungs.
Caspian smiled. It did not reach his eyes. "Good girl." alpha nocturnes contracted mate ebook
Through the bond, she felt his ecstasy. His centuries of loneliness. His shock at how right she tasted.
The pain was a bright, sharp star—and then it dissolved into something else. Pleasure, white-hot and devastating, flooded her veins. Her knees buckled. Caspian caught her, one arm around her waist, and drank. Caspian smiled then—a real smile, soft and sad
She paced the length of the room, her bare feet silent on the fur rugs. The contract thrummed in her chest like a second heartbeat. She could feel Caspian somewhere above her, moving through the court. The bond was already sharpening her senses. His emotions bled into hers—curiosity, hunger, and something darker. Possession.
"You're crying," he observed, his voice rough. His hair was the color of a moonless
He bit his own wrist—a swift, clean puncture—and held it to her lips. "Drink. Seal the contract in blood. Once you taste me, there is no going back."