Jura and Brost

Rexar was at the edge. He clenched his fists hard until his knuckles were white when he felt the last vestiges of self-control slipping from his mind. The girl in front of him was no ordinary she-wolf or a Lycan. She definitely was a fox mixed with siren genes. Otherwise how could a normal Lycan whose mother was a human do this to him?

“Alpha Rexar, I can make love to this coffee,” Kyra said again