She bent low to pour the wine, shifting uncomfortably in the sheer fabric. His eyes were on her, dark and hungry. “Careful Rayna,” Sinjun began, his voice smooth and cold. “If you’re trying to seduce me in that, I must disappoint you. I don't lay with slaves.” She thrust the cup in his hands, anger rising in her chest. “You flatter yourself, to think I'd wear this for you. You’re the last man I’d touch even if the world burned.” He sipped the wine then, then slowly closed the distance between them.His breath was hot on her ears and her body tingled where his breath kissed, betraying her. “You want me,” he continued, eyes darkening as his hands found her hips. “Don't you Rayna?” RAYNA WOULD RATHER DIE THAN SUBMIT TO SINJUN… Yet when she is captured by him, the very enemy she’s been raised to hate, Rayna expects cruelty or worse…death. Not this dangerous pull between them. Sinjun Thorneveil, Alpha of the Moonstone Pack sees the burning hatred for his kind in the eyes of the woman he should never want. Yet he cannot understand why his heart shudders when she’s near. Because enemies had no business wanting each other. But something drew him to her, like moth to flame. And in the shadows, something else awaited. Perhaps in Moonstone, falling for the enemy isn’t a mistake. It's a death sentence…