Vivian involuntarily gasped from Ronan's large, rough hand rested lightly on her throat. He tilted her head back so she could half look up at him.
The Lycan Alpha berated himself for snapping his last thread of control. His feelings towards Vivian were a chaotic mix of possessiveness, protectiveness, and ancient grudges.
Nevertheless, his Lycan beast was not a creature she should have been consorting with.
Vivian's eyes drooped half-closed. As an omega wolf, it was futile to battle against Ronan's superior strength. The man and his beastly Lycan could snap her bones in a heartbeat if they desired.
The Lycan Alpha spun her around in his arms. Vivian was taken by surprise by his sudden embrace, which tightened ever so slightly, one arm wrapped around her waist and the other draped across her back.
