Chapter 15 Can't Control His Desires

• The silence in the opulent master suite was broken only by the steady drip of water from Fenris’s dark, slick hair. He had just stepped out of the bathroom, half-naked, when his predator's stillness snapped. His dark eyes, usually cold and calculating, narrowed into dangerous silver slits.
• ​A slave. In his bed.
• ​It was an audacious act of insubordination, a clear death wish. No one, not the Council, not his Beta, and certainly no servant, dared enter this sanctuary without a summon, much less occupy his space. ​Fenris moved forward in slow, predatory steps. The only sound was the soft pat of his bare feet on the marble floor. He was a chilling statue of raw, barely contained power. As he drew closer, the scent of her hit him…a faint mix of the damp earth and honest sweat from her miserable toiling, overlaid with the rich, intoxicating current of his mate. His dark eyes meticulously scrutinized the little female, nearly lost in the vastness of his luxurious sheets. Her hair was tangled, covering half her face, and her chest rose and fell in the deep, untroubled sleep of utter exhaustion. He had never seen her this vulnerable, this close.