The Alpha's Forbidden Secret Fated Mate

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the furniture as a barrier. It was the only way I could justify being here, in his private office-a

piercing, were locked on me. The air was thick with his scent, a heady mix of deep

ommand that sent an involuntary tremor through my legs. It was how he always spoke to me wh

ide of his presence. My fingernails dug into my palms. "Alpha, the repor

was around the desk, his towering 6'4" frame eclipsin

cle. He yanked me forward, and I stumbled into the unyielding wall of

in my mind, a sound I immediately crushed with the forc

sper against my ear. His breath ghosted across my skin,

d fury. I struggled against his grip, but it

t below my ear, the place where a mate's mark should be. A jolt, the tell-tale Sparks o

hat a mark was sacred, a gift to be shared between two wolves who chos

ed on the side of my neck, hot and possessive. The kiss was a lit fuse. My resistance

floor with a soft rustle. My knee slammed into the sharp corner of the oak, and a pained gasp es

t his chest with all my streng

roze, his muscles bunching under my palms. A flicker of genuine p

his wolf's possessiveness ov

ng, leaving me no room to escape. H

Knock.

ak door. The sound, though not loud, shatte

n his eyes was instantly extinguish

. I knew that rhythm. It was Seraphin

hrough the door. "Are you in there? Moira is with me

low, striking the air from my lungs.

leaving behind a mask of rare, unadulterated panic. I scrambled off the desk,

of mint and fear-clung to the air, an und

um filled the room as the office's air purification sys

knocked again, a littl

everythin