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to a suitcase. I would move into one of the guest rooms. I co

ock c

re, his frame filling the doorway. He s

s burning with a mixture of r

wled, grabbing my wrist. His grip was like steel

ned my stomach. "Let go of me, Conrad," I sp

a snarl, he threw me onto the massive bed. His w

the tense silence. His Alpha instincts were screaming, demanding h

ut. I fought him, my nails digg

cending toward mine when a frantic,

heard loud nois

oice, high and l

umbling in his chest. His inner wolf w

I needed. I drove my kne

ambled off the bed, pulling the shreds of my nightgown ar

rder. He smoothed his shirt, sta

e, her face stre

errified state. But her concern wasn't for me. She

, but at me. Her small fa

shrieked. "Aunt Jasmine says you're always

ughly my daughter had been turned against me. A s

to his arms. He shot me a look of p

mured, his voice a silken weapon. "

. "Your little rebellio

t like ice in my veins. I looked at the two of them, this father

ma. "Daddy's fine. We'll go downstairs

'cool off,' his tone

shoulder. She gave me one last look, her eyes

hut, leaving me al

mal. But the spiritual annihilation delivered by my own husband

the floor, my arms wrapped around my knees.

here for a

he last flicker of warmth in my

s a deep, dark, bott