Ivana moaned again, her lips parting in a gasp as she tossed her head back, her nostrils flaring.
Yet her eyes remained closed while she whispered my name once more.
A dream, I realized through the haze of arousal clouding my thoughts.She’s dreaming of me…
Fuck, I really needed to shadow out of here before I took advantage of her mind and observed her inner fantasies.
Or worse, stayed here and made her dream come true.
With another growl, I forced myself to leave.
Except I couldn’t get farther than her living room.
I hovered by the door, incapable of teleporting through it, and inhaled her sweet scent.
Reveled in it.
Pretended for just a second that it was truly meant for me. That her sweet slick could be mine. That those fantasies of hers could become a reality.
But as her pulse escalated, I broke free from the intoxicating lust chaining me to her presence.
Shadowed to an ice field.
Ripped off my clothes.
Shifted.
Andran.
PART THREE
Dear Stars,
I keep dreaming of Cillian. What’s even stranger is that his scent seems to be clinging to my nest.
I’m not sure why.
He’s never been in my room before.
Not like I haven’t invited him, though. Every heat cycle, he was the only Alpha on my list. But he never came. Never once visited.
Because he never wanted me like I wanted him.
Maybe I’ll be mated for my next heat cycle.
Maybe I’ll finally experience a proper knot.
Maybe I’ll finally experience…love.
Yours,
Ivana
CHAPTER EIGHT
IVANA
A Few Days Later