The Alpha's Forbidden Vow novel Chapter 94

POV: Selene

The day of the full moon was a slow, agonizing descent into the primal depths of the man I loved.

It began with his scent.

The familiar smell of pine and musk began to change, deepening, becoming richer, muskier, and overwhelmingly dominant. It was the scent of an Alpha on the verge of his rut, a potent, biological command that was designed to intimidate rivals and arouse his mate.

The air in the cave grew thick with it, a heavy, invisible cloud of pure, masculine power.

My own inner wolf, a creature I was only just getting to know, reacted instinctively. It was a terrifying push-and-pull. A part of it wanted to cower, to submit to the overwhelming dominance. Another, traitorous part felt a deep, primal pull, a biological recognition of its mate’s state.

By the afternoon, he had stopped speaking in words.

He communicated only in low, guttural growls, possessive rumbles, and the occasional, pained whine.

He began to arrange our sleeping furs in a corner of the cave, piling them into a crude, protective nest. He dragged my backpack over, pushing his nose against it, marking my scent as part of his territory.

He was still in there. The man, Zane, was trapped inside, watching through the beast’s golden eyes. I could see it in the moments he would freeze, his body trembling, a look of profound torment on his face as he fought the instincts that were consuming him.

I wasn't afraid of him. How could I be? I had just pledged my life to him.

His intention was clear. He wanted to claim me. To mark me. To possess me.

To fulfill the primal, overwhelming demands of the rut.

The scene was dangerous, charged with a raw, dark eroticism that was both terrifying and intoxicating.

This was my mate, stripped bare of everything but his instinct.

And that instinct was screaming for me.