*SIANNA POV* Blushing all day like a teenager had those around me piqued with curiosity. Whenever Vance's eyes met mine, my cheeks flamed up and I turned pink. Too bad that I was behaving like a young girl who was having her first crush, but it was hard to help after last night’s bondage session blew my mind. Vance warned that the sex dungeon would be used for two purposes. When I go into heat and misbehavior that requires punishment. The latter, of course, seemed more unlikely. Nevertheless, the thought of being a naughty brat tinkled in my head. I wanted to know how he would have me in that sex swing, and what else he would do to me. Now I’m smiling to myself, licking and biting my lips at the raptured memories that we had created, feeling open to the experimentation. Contrary to the girls who expected me to be mourning, I was a ray of sunshine and bubbling in bliss all over. Butterflies churned in my stomach and I couldn’t be more in love with my mate. Thinking of him made my cor

Based on requests for bonus chapters, I will be adding scenes that transpired between Blayne and Cleo. They are of course, optional. However the second Epilogue will pick up from the end of the story, following what transpired with the stolen artifacts. This will contribute majorly to the plot of the sequel. From there, the story will branch into Valen's Odyssey which I will kick off soon. I want to spend quality time with the effort that I put into this book so thank you for being so very patient. Thanks again for you valued support. Have a great week ahead! Love always, xoxo, O'Chantal

-CLEO’S POV* Surprisingly, Gamma Blayne behaved for the rest of the evening. We held a bonfire and ate around the flickering embers as the flame crackled. Exactly opposite from me, he sat with his men. Lust-filled brown eyes met my death glares, wanting to drown him in my deep sea-green. “My warriors require a full meal. This is insufficient for us.” Gamma Blayne groused while side-glancing at me. “Make do with it. We eat in rations.” I snapped, my heart beat out of my chest. He had that effect on me. “We are guests. Shouldn’t we get preferential treatment?” He challenged in a deep baritone that was calming and sexy. I knew that he was aiming to get under my skin. He sought my attention any way that he could get it. This man was so powerful, dangerous, and unbelievably handsome. As the third-strongest werewolf in the world, the drawback of him was being cruel, ruthless, and deadly. Oh, suffocating and annoying should be added to the description. “No one is higher than the other.

This follows Chapter 54....... -BLAYNE’S POV* Shit! Cleo goes into heat tonight! “You could have told me,” I scolded my wolf, feeling anxious and like an idiot. After getting off the call with Vance, my brain was fried and my thoughts were jumbled. Though I'm in the bunker with my warriors, I'm completely zoned out. “You’re the one who keeps screwing up everything,” he huffs, “You’ve been so busy with the investigations that you barely visited her.” “You know why,” I charged him, “The guilt of arresting my own mate is killing me.” Plus those accusing fiery sea-green eyes scorch my heart. She’s bound to bleed me dry. “Yet, you are alive and making our mate suffer.” He jabs at me. “If you weren’t a part of me, I’d hope she dumped your sorry ass.” “Oh, shut the hell up.” I gritted. “We are one and the same. Let’s just focus on getting Cleo through the night.” “Heat lasts for days, dumdum.” He curtly pointed out. “It’s at least three days.” Fuck! I did not know what to do. I was

-CLEO'S POV- My eyes remained shut as the heavy lids caged them in darkness. When the heat began, fire blazed through my veins, eating at my skin. My body shook like an interplate earthquake. Though the medication reduced the scorching, there was a mild residue of charring. The part about this that I loathed was the man lying next to me. Beyond a doubt, he was here to get laid because the irrefutable attraction heightened tonight. I desired him and vice versa. The rational side of me knew that I’d regret having sex with him. Contrastingly, my wolf’s side declared to hell with self-control and to surrender to the natural course of the heat. Minute by minute, the fire grows, building in my core and then unrolling into my limbs like a slicing sword. Unstoppable whimpers unfurled through my lips as the pain hacks my body apart. Blayne turns on his side and wraps his arms around me, before rubbing all over my body. “I-it burns, Blayne,” I whispered between choked sobs. Heat accumulated