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f the bolt a small, satisfying sound. The room was

, my knees were a swollen, angry mess of purple an

against my skin made me hiss, but the p

e pale face, the empty eyes.

ison's voice, muffled but comma

nore

ock clicked. He'd use

kit, the kind the Pack healers used. His eyes imm

ching down, intending to

ling away from his touch. "I don't need it," I

hardened. "Don't be childish, A

d the heavy crystal lamp from the end table,

m. He stared at me, genuinely shocked. This

. His voice was low, laced with the unmista

he command woven into his words. My muscles sc

p fell from my numb fingers, la

lt again. This time, I didn't resist as he pushed aside the fabric

rm. It was a touch I had once crave

he said, his voice casual as

h things over, to decl

stared out the wind

mine. "Adalynn, we are fated mates. The Moon Goddes

as a leash, trying to

ead, my gaze locking with his. My voice was quiet,

s have the Reje

rn on his face shatter

steady, "I want to reject you

he froze. But then, he sneered, "Divor

im since I was five years old. Since then, I've been like his

spiteful, then once or twice might be acceptable.

stically, "You've even had a child with another wom

a crushing weight that made the air thick and har

d out before he

relationship between you two. And you and her daughter seem to be about four years old,

ifferent," he bit out, scrambling for

is

t their daughter

but not the woman. A

my voice laced with contempt. "You be

in my knees. I stood straight, meeting his rage with m

ker of something other than anger in his eyes. It wasn't love. It was

a low, final growl. "You belong to me. You

w the conversation was over. Without another word, I turn

, then a frustrated growl and the so

took a deep, shuddering breath. I pull

He refused. T

, what arrived before my plan