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a had left hours ago, after fussing over me and ensuring the Pack Doctor had tende

e feel of his hands on me, the panic, the flawless lie, the

t, craving its mate. I hated it for its weakness. I h

own eyes wide with the look of a trapped animal. This had to end. The thought wasn't a fleeting wish; it

ed me. My heart leaped into my thro

aggressive, possessive aroma

ed through the opening with the silent grace of a predator, melting into the shadows of my room. He

ed, a note of displeasure in his voice, a

ragged whisper, fueled by a surge of desp

my bandaged knee. "I came to check on your i

a small, silver box etched with intricat

or Alphas," he stated, the words an

ep by step, until my back hit the co

ite bandage. His fingers, surprisingly gentle, scooped up some of the green paste and smoothed it over

ut my mind screamed. His gentlenes

g the salve. Instead, his fingers began

e murmured, his voice r

ever apologized. But I knew it was just a

behind my knee. I grabbed his wrist, my grip surprisingly str

amed like a wolf's. "Seraphina will be my Luna,

d at him, but he was immovable. He rose in a fluid motion, trapping me b

uch mine, a clear, cool female vo

e you? I can't sleep. I w

d-Link. It w

marked and mated pairs. For Seraphina to have this access, even as an allied fia

nd worse, if his own emotions were in turmoil, cou

s expression tu

terpiece of casual deceit. *I'm in my study, handling some last

ine, was the cruelest irony. I looked into his stormy eyes, the words forming in my th

are a