At My Side

Isabella Hawthorne

Ashley mirrored my wide-eyed stare. The sleek black lead car of the convoy had settled silently on the driveway. The Lycan King had arrived.

My mind reeled. The schedule, that damned schedule, had shifted. Two precious days with Damien, stolen by the whims of fate or some bureaucratic nightmare, were now a memory before they'd even begun. I wasn't ready. Not for Ulric's, not for the whirlwind of emotions his unexpected arrival stirred within me.

The car door opened, and a figure emerged that stole my breath. Ulric Bloodfang. He was everything I remembered him to be and more. Tall, his broad shoulders strained the fabric of his tailored clothes, which clung to a physique that screamed raw power. Where Damien had an athletic build, Ulric was a force ……