Chapter 570

Under the silver wash of moonlight spilling in through the kitchen window, Bianca's drunken tears glittered like dew.

She had found a face that fit every detail of her aesthetic, a presence that made her wolf perk up and her heart tighten in her chest—and yet, this male, her mate, Duke, seemed to have no interest in women.

What Bianca meant to say was, Why can't you respond to a woman—why do you o