Chapter 65

• Leila
• "What do you want?!" I clutched my knees to my chest, the woolen blanket twisted tight in my fists until my knuckles whitened, as if the thin fabric could shield me from the oppressive aura of the Alpha Lycan looming over me. His pheromones hung in the air—sharp, piney, and feral—making my stomach churn with a mix of revulsion and a shameful, gnawing heat.
• Lucas advanced step by step, his custom leather shoes clicking softly against the carpet, each sound a hammer blow to my racing heart. He lifted his wrist, unclasped his watch, and let the metal case clatter against the nightstand—a sharp, final sound that sliced through the silence. "What do I want?" His voice dropped lower, a velvet purr laced with unshakable authority, "You know exactly what I want, Leila."