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garbage from the alley, but something clean, antiseptic. Beneath that, another scent, powe

t room, lying in a bed so soft it felt like sinking into a cloud. A silk duvet was drape

ve. You'r

e room. A tall, broad-shouldered man emerged, moving with a fluid grace that belied his size. He had hair as black as a

ha, but one whose power dwarfed any I had ever encountere

. He saw that I was awake and rushed to my bedside, his small hand gripping mine.

e of relief washed through me, a

Voss," he said, his voice calm a

d Pack. A legend. A ruthless, untouchable ruler. The small, injured pup I had res

olfless outcast, a nobody from a border-town dive bar

will, a tightly controlled power that he held in check. His wolf was there, right beneath

confirmed I had a mild concussion and needed several days of rest. The whole time, he addre

sed me directly. "You saved my son'

s was undeniable. I struggled to push myself up, my movement

All I wanted was to leave. To get away from this power, this opulence, this man. My past had taug

lee. He tightened his grip on my hand

joined hands, and for a mom

of the Blackwood Pack, until you

power. I opened my mouth to argue, to refuse, but the sheer pressure of

ower my head in a ge

ollowed by a flash of irritation. It was a confusing m

to think, to regain control of the feral, possessive beast that was clawing at his insides. Telling her the truth-*You a

e back of my hand. I was trapped in a golden cage, a guest of a king whose motives I c