The room was awash with female wolf pheromones. Clara had done this with the intention of having the wolf under her in a trance. Even though they were not bonded, he had marked her and like her mate her body would relax in the presence of his scent. A slight smile appeared on Clara's face looking up at him from her position.

Unlike the conscious Clara, she had no intention of standing idly by. She had a much harder time getting out. She usually had to use those more vulnerable moments or at night when she was sleeping. Her consciousness was weak, just strong enough to resist the pain the other could not, or would not, face. It was easier for her to surrender to death. But this Clara had no such intention.

And for that he was going to use whatever method was necessary. Like the one he had learned.

His gaze was slowly getting better and he had realized that this was happening since he was bonding with the alphas, with their fluids, with their essence. In that case he would use the stron