The moon was high above the sky and as I walked side by side with Alek Volkov in the dead of winter, I realized that I wasn’t cold at all. His mere presence warmed my very soul, his inviting scent enough to make my head spin, his penetrating stares burning into me. The hand that he had holding mine was painfully distracting but I held on… kept holding on for dear life. My fingers traced over his knuckles and tattoos, feeling rough and scarred skin.
He had so many scars.
All of them from even before he shifted.
Alek Volkov was right to say he was nothing like the fairy tale Prince of my dreams. Truth be told, he’s nothing like Kaleb. No. Not even close. Alek was something entirely different. A whole different category of addiction for me.
‘What are you doing to me?’ I wanted to ask— I w
