Alexander, Prince of the North

Alex stood, staring at Oleander, blinking, blood obscuring his vision. The smooth skin of his bare chest slick with it—his breathing labored, a growl lingering at the back of his throat.


The urge to protect had been strong. His wolfen instinct to preserve his pack had overshadowed what it might cost them all. He should have seen it coming. Tempered himself. Anticipated that his profound love for Oleander would blind him—fuel his desire to protect his forbidden love and his love's human companion—far beyond reason


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