The taste of Seraphina's lips still lingered on mine, sweet with a hint of berry wine. My wolf prowled restlessly beneath my skin, demanding more—demanding everything. That kiss had been meant as a public display, a strategic move to cement our fictional relationship in the eyes of the pack. But the moment my mouth touched hers, strategy had gone up in flames.
I watched Seraphina now, her cheeks still flushed, fingers nervously touching her lips as if she could still feel me there. She was trying so hard to appear composed, but her racing heartbeat gave her away. My enhanced hearing picked up its frantic rhythm, confirming what her body language already told me—she'd felt that connection too, no matter how desperately she tried to deny it.
"It was just for show," she murmured, more to herself than to me. "Everyone needed to see us looking... committed."
