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iskey-soaked blur. I woke up to blinding New York sunli

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hips. The sheer force of his Alpha aura-a suffocating, heavy blend of sharp cedarwood, a raging rainstorm, and rich Cuban tob

stammered, my voice trembling as I instinctively backed away. "Last night. The alcohol

e predatory stillness radiating from him made my breath hitch. He closed the distance between us with slow, lethal grace. I retr

rom me. Slowly, he tilte

k. A claiming mark. *My* bite mark. A fragmented memory hit me like a freight train-the overwhelm

gerous, gravelly whisper that vi

screaming in absolute terror. "I can go to a pharmac

o a deeply primal werewolf bond was the most insulting, pathetic thing he had ever heard. Without another word,

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d-blooded predator. But in our world... *Blackwood* was a name whispered only in absolute terror. He wasn't just

e a child's game. I, a defective, wolfless outcast,

hilling, calculated emptiness. He set the mug down, reached into the pock