NARRATOR

The Duke heard hurried footsteps in the hallway.

The door opened and closed. Elliot was waiting.

"Elliot, I thought you’d never call for me," Brenda immediately walked toward him, her she-wolf stirring restlessly at the pheromones of that powerful male.

Despite the Duke’s strange ways, he had never revealed his inner wolf to her, nor did he allow her wolf to get close—but they always tried.

Even during sex, when he lost some of his self-control, he remained remarkably guarded.

Brenda didn’t know much about her own kind either. She had been an orphan taken in by noble elementals who couldn’t have children.

She had been a pretty girl, learned to sing, to be obedient, to manipulate hearts.

She had learned to hide her true nature until her first heat, when the powerful man standing before her had discovered her. From that day on, Brenda had truly coveted him, deep within her soul.

With Elliot, she could be herself—no masks, no lies.

"Don’t get so close. I don’t know what the hell