Chapter 185

• [Amaryllis]
• The heat in my mate’s eyes as he looks down at me, caressing each curve and hollow of my body with his gaze as I lay there in barely more than a slip, catches my breath. In my years since my marriage, I have been with a number of wolves, and none of them had this ability to make me feel so wanton and wanted all at once.
• “He’s our mate,” Alanna practically purrs in my head. “He was made for us to love. Of course he’s perfect.”