I always feared no alpha would choose me for his own.Hugo Pendleton sees past that fear the instant our hands meet over the dropped scroll beneath the rising eclipse. His dominance steadies the enclave, yet his hidden loneliness pulls at the submission I keep locked away.The sacred ritual keeps us close, and each brush of skin against mine stirs heat that demands his knot and the blood-bond claiming. When his monstrous form emerges, the bond turns irreversible, leaving the ...