Jeniva kept her gaze fixed on the floor, her heart hammering against her ribs. For fifteen minutes, Dominick had held her in that same protective grip.
How much longer could they sustain this fragile tether?
Inside her, her wolf, Eva, was humming with a primal satisfaction, finally reconnecting with Black. To Eva, the rejection felt like a distant memory compared to the pull of an Alpha of his caliber.
"Your Highness, do you still feel uneasy?" Jeniva asked, her voice trembling. Her own self-control was fraying at the edges. Being enveloped in the scent of an Alpha she thought she'd lost forever was triggering a biological response she couldn't suppress.
"I do," Dominick rasped, his grip tightening ever so slightly. "But if I let you go, I fear I won't be able to stay sane. I'm sorry for putting you in this position. I have one other option, but you must promise not to follow me."
"What? What is it?" Jeniva looked up, her eyes wide with concern.
