Chapter 45 Surrender

• THE VOICES OF Selene's ancestors were a deafening roar in her mind, a symphony of seductive whispers and ancient commands. They painted a picture of absolute power, a throne built on the bones of consumed Alphas, a reign of unbridled desire. The visions of Waldemar, broken and bent to her will, were so tempting, so arousing, that they almost made her give in. She was a hurricane of emotions and magic, light and shadow fighting for control inside her. The Shadowbloom Nectar had opened the floodgates, and the curse was rushing in, trying to claim her forever.
• A powerful jolt of energy shot through the Moonbind, and Selene felt Waldemar's pain as her power tried to pull his life force from him. The voices screamed, "Take him! Take all of him! It is your right! Your purpose!"
• But then, a single word, a single gasp of a name, cut through the noise.