Voles-tu, mon petit papillon.” Illium laughed at Galen’s instruction to “fly, little butterfly

...his lips were pure temptation, soft, bitable, sensual in a way only a man's mouth could be.

"So decisive", he murmured in that calm tone that had adrenaline flooding her body, the primitive part of her brain conscious she was in the presence of a predator. "Got your eye on someone?" She didn‘t know what made her say it. "No. But I have no plans to die a virgin."

The Princess Mahiya, and she is mine.

You can run,” Dorian said in a neutral tone that did nothing to lessen the intensity of his expression, “but sooner or later, you run out of places to run to.

When she was like this, the wildness of her barely contained, it was hard to believe she'd come into his pack Silent, her emotions blockaded behind so much ice, it had infuriated his wolf.

No one goes through life with a whole heart.