"Take me..." I whispered, my voice carrying that deep-ocean quality that made the air vibrate. "Go to a safe place... please..."
Lorelei is a rare chromatic siren—so rare that everyone wants to cage her, dissect her, claim her. After her brutal escape from the Deep Sea Research Center, the first Alpha lycan she encounters is Victor Sterling, Supreme Commander of the very organization hunting her kind.
She should run. Instead, she begs him to save her
Victor is everything she never expected—gentle hands that bring her warmth, golden eyes that soften when he looks at her, a voice that calls her "good girl" as he fastens a pheromone bracelet around her wrist like a collar of protection.
She falls for her own executioner.
"I like him a lot. But it doesn't matter."
"Why not?"
"Because I'm a siren and he's the Supreme Commander of the organization that wants to dissect me. Because the moment he finds out the truth, he'll put a bullet through my skull."
But Lorelei doesn't realize the most dangerous truth of all—
While she thinks she's playing the helpless little bird, her siren nature is slowly, inevitably consuming him. Every breath she takes in his presence, every innocent touch, every desperate whisper is weaving psychic chains around his mind. Her scent marks his dreams. Her voice rewrites his memories. Her very existence is turning the hunter into the hunted.
Victor Sterling, the most feared Alpha in the city, is becoming her willing prey—and he doesn't even know it.
"Top floor," I whispered desperately. "Suite. Now."
"More," I gasped. "Please, more—"
When the predator realizes he's been caught in his own trap, when the siren discovers her song has become a cage for them both, there will be nowhere left to run.
"Victor, tell me, should I get closer to you, or stay away from you?"
"Or... have we already passed the point of no return?"