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motor whirring. A high-

asement. Damp concrete. Rust. My head fe

even," a

workbench. He wa

usten, stop. I signed t

echanical drill. The bit wasn't steel;

ly calm. "Not until you learn. You tried to poison her

ked to

he security logs! Lo

hand-the one he h

hrew the vas

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sed the spinning drill bit

rom my throat, ra

in, muscle, and bone, cauterizing as it went, preventing regenerati

g against the mental walls, b

l there. Five second

there was a neat, smok

asping, visi

ried in holding a vial of glowing green liquid.

with horror. "She needs this. The silver d

The green light refl

en said. "She heals slowly. She nee

ound is a scratch. Alan

en commanded. The Alpha

, Al

. He took a silver knife

nd near my face. The scent of pine and rain was now na

ered. "You aren't my mate

k in the mask. But

ving you

devoted husband. Feeding me soup. Stroking my hair. It was psych

ng, a text. He rea

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es. I dragged my IV

e window. Austen walked up to he

ud enough for the whole floor to

ten said. He

gry. A pu

h turned.

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d the ri

in

of a chain

wolf went silent. Hibernation. T

rned, he paused.

is your

at the wall. "Must have fallen o

tch. His wolf growled

lana who loved him d