He bit his own wrist—a swift, clean puncture—and held it to her lips. "Drink. Seal the contract in blood. Once you taste me, there is no going back."
"Welcome home, little wolf," he said. "You belong to the night now." The Nocturne Court was a labyrinth of gothic spires and underground halls, lit by lanterns that burned with blue-white flame. Lyra was led to the Alpha's private wing by a silent servant—a thin, silver-haired vampire who never blinked.
"Enter," she said, because omegas were taught to obey. alpha nocturnes contracted mate ebook
Lyra closed her eyes and drank. The moment his blood touched her tongue, fire exploded behind her ribs. Her wolf howled in ecstasy and terror. The contract snapped into place like a cage door slamming shut.
Her wolf whimpered. A contracted mate was worse than a slave. It was a magical tether that overrode her instincts, forcing her to submit to his presence, his touch, his bite. He bit his own wrist—a swift, clean puncture—and
Caspian rose. He moved without sound, appearing before her in a whisper of cold air. He tilted her chin up with one finger. His skin was cool, but not icy. Alive, but not living.
Caspian lowered his mouth to the curve of her throat—not biting, not yet. Just breathing her in. "You smell like storm clouds and wild mint," he murmured against her skin. "I am going to ruin you, Lyra Vance. Not because I am cruel. But because I have waited three hundred years for a mate, and I did not expect her to be made of fire." Once you taste me, there is no going back
He looked like a sin carved from marble.