Precious Fwanje

I didn't know what was more dangerous: the masked Alpha who kidnapped me from a hog beast, or his demon butler who just licked my bleeding finger clean.

One moment I was a human lawyer in Covenant City. The next, I woke up in a cell, stripped of everything, waiting to be sold to the highest bidder. The Faceless Alpha, Asher, tore through my captors and carried me to his territory, but he won't let me leave. There's a bounty on my head, and someone powerful wanted me dead.

Then there's Aquila. Charming. Seductive. And very, very hungry for more than just food. When a stray cat curled into my lap, I stroked its soft fur, until it let out a deep, human chuckle. It's him.

At dinner, the tension was suffocating. Aquila flirted with his nature. Asher growled Aquila's name like a warning, and Aquila huffed.

“What? I didn’t say I was going to eat her.” Aquila paused. “I mean, unless she wants me to.”