Cloaked in Blood (Wulfkin Legacy Novel)
Marcin is just as shocked to learn he'll be matched to the enemy's daughter and the woman he's never forgotten. Before they can be paired, however, they're drawn into a tournament where Marcin will compete to free his estranged imprisoned brother, while Selena battles for the life of another wulfkin alpha. Both intend to seize this chance to save those they're fighting for - even if it means facing off with one another just as their romance rekindles.
Will tribe loyalty triumph, or will they realize they're better off as a team before it's too late?
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Excerpt
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SELENA
Then another
wulfkin entered the room behind him. Solid, tall, and all shoulders.
And suddenly my
heart hammered so hard the walls seemed to be thumping too.
Marcin.
Windblown hair
draped over his shoulders, tawny brown strands reaching halfway down his chest.
His shirt was torn across his shoulder. Blood stained the fabric, worn as a
badge of honor for whatever heroic deeds he’d accomplished.
Our gazes locked,
and he stopped midstride. It was like a sucker punch to the gut. All the air
left my lungs, leaving me light-headed.
Sea-spray blue
eyes, darker than I remembered them, searched my face. Shock crammed behind his
gaze as his cheeks blanched. He’d had no idea I was coming here—it was written
all over his frozen expression, the way his mouth fell open, his breath
hitched.
My wolf prodded
me, stirring inside, well aware of who stood before us. Marcin had grown into
even more of a wulfkin god: muscular, strong cheekbones, and a chest broad
enough for me to sleep across. All I could think about was touching him to make
sure he was real and not in my imagination.
Move closer. Take
him.
I shouldn’t, yet
every molecule in my body fought against the logic that said stay away.
Sure, I’d planned
for this very moment and even practiced my nonchalant response in front of the
mirror. Except now, my voice was wedged somewhere between my toes and head. My
body shook with the desperate urge to be pressed up against him, feel his
hungry kisses, and listen to his wicked whispers. I struggled with the charge
in my veins screaming that I should run to him, throw my arms around his neck,
and forget the past nine years. Forget that he tore out my soul. Forget that I
mistook him as my mate because he’d lied to me. Abandoned me.
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