A Lesson in Power

A violent, splotchy crimson crawled up Ophelia’s neck, rapidly taking over her face as she refused to let her mate be backed into a corner.

"Elder, this is my mating ceremony!" she shrieked, her voice echoing sharply across the vast stone hall.

"Whatever occurred in my mate's history has absolutely nothing to do with the Ancient Council."

She aggressively hooked her arm through Torin's to claim