Chapter 260

Under the silver wash of moonlight spilling in through the kitchen window, Thalia'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 Thalia meant to say was, Why can't you respond to a woman-why do you o