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und in my abdomen still aching dully. The dreams were fi

ginning to pale. A new day had be

ncubators. The two little ones were sleeping peacefully, t

Christian Pack's orphanage, told from a young age tha

te for their sickly, precious daughter, Jaime. In tha

lpha, was in attendance, and the intense Fated Mate bond erupted betwe

filled with disgust for me. He had always loved Jaime, believing

paper, a designation from the Moon Goddess and a reco

only rage. He saw it as a despicable trick to tie

mories. I looked toward the entrance, wa

hite coat and appeared to be in his thirties, with a pair of rimle

department, Dr. Alan Roberts, who was bowing to him with

straight to the incubators, his brow furrowing

What do you want? Don't touch my children!" M

hrough the lenses, devoid of malice. Inste

ch step careful, as if afraid

tle and professional. "I'm Dr. Harrison Beaumont,

beings in the werewolf world, possessing innat

my bare wrist, where a small, cre

rict violently. His body even swayed almost imperceptibly

confused and uneasy. Did he know me?

embling with emotion. "Will you

thrown down upon my chest. My voice was f

f to calm down, but his eyes behind the len

rm and authoritative. "Alan, prepare a Healer's blood-r

k, but he nodded at once. "Yes, D

nt ritual used only when search

osterous yet uncontrollable pr

xture of pity and excitement. "Don't be afrai

es through my dead heart. At this moment, when I had been abandoned by the