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rutinized me from across the polished mahogany of the dinin

y's Sunday brunch, a weekl

er run this household with peace of mind. I just want to

a little tired," I said, k

n Alpha's mate should be brimming with vitality. Daniel i

atus, my inability to shift, was a constant source of shame in her eyes. It meant

his thumb stroking my knuckles in a show of support. It was a practiced gesture, one fo

then, a pack servant leaned in and whispered something to Da

g from the table. "A minor

waiting in the grand foyer. Cindy Hooper. She was holding a file, her expressi

to follow him out a side door that led to the gardens

d in my stomach.

ir," I murmured, pu

sdain, but I didn't care. I n

t open and stepped into the crisp autumn air. The Moran estate's private garden was a labyrinth of sculpted hedg

rt pounding a frantic

saying, his voice laced with a tende

r. "Danny, I'm four months along. Soon everyo

m reach out, his hand gently cupping her face. "Thi

d possessive, the kiss of a man claiming what was his. I watched as his other

roses, and watched my world end f

eath was trapped in my lungs, a painful, burning pressure. I turned and s

e hedge-maze and collide

ady me, the touch sending a jolt of

ere you'r

dripping with an authority th

d snap

his form a black silhouette

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stone Pack. Danny'

Margaret Moran walked o