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ck-a ruthless corporate tyrant and a bl

ber eyes lock

w he was experiencing the ex

creator of all werewol

ates, two halves of the same soul destine

airs slowly, with the deliberate ga

ark chocolate scent was so intoxicating I felt a

and roughly grabbed my

ine, a violent shock of pure

ling from the intense pl

His eyes darkened with a p

ampling the air

elled the scent of the Blood Moon Pack

fragile frame, sensing my

oddess had given the most powerful Alpha in

this was the ult

l," h

rumbling growl. He us

absolute authority. Lower-ranking wolves had no physica

felt as if they had been severed, and the dull thud of my bones s

n my eyes as I looked up at m

d, his voice echoing through the silent hall for all h

me as if I were

the mother of the pack, an equal leade

an old leather lung being drained of its last breath, taking al

e toward a dark hallway, and the last t

ar: in his world, I