"I..."
She had just started to speak, when suddenly the pungent scent of Rhys Blackwood's thick, heady male hormones hit her nose.
That damned serpent was staring right at her, his eyes glowing eerily in the pitch-black night.
"If you go back now, the consequences will be unimaginable."
His Adam's apple bobbed, voice so hoarse it was barely recognizable, "Let's go to the woods."
This wasn't a request, but a notice—his tone domineering like never before.
Without another word, he swept her up in his arms in a bridal carry.
Luna Sutton obeyed with a nod, letting him carry her toward the little woods.
Right now, she definitely didn't dare go back, afraid things would spiral out of control.
In this beast realm, a female in heat was an absolutely lethal temptation to the males.
Under the night sky, their silhouettes gradually disappeared into the depths of the forest.
The moonlight shimmered on the lake's surface.
