Stolen Ring: The Alpha's True Mate

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finally sent for me, I fou

lope of the Cascades. My foster mother's cough always got worse in Octo

ots into my bas

hit some

e needles. Heavy, dragging foot

lowed

ix feet of broad shoulders in black tactical

st bare

ket and knelt beside him.

wild fury as his large hand shot out, clamping around m

rip was like iron. The crushing weight of an apex

with a genetic defect that left me without an

dline of the White Wolf. Yet because I had never been able to awaken or

tured growl vibrating in his chest. The bitter scent of wolfsbane leaked fro

ine in a savage, bruising kiss. A violent jolt of electricity shot str

nwater on my face. Yet the blistering heat of his body and a strange, unde

othes and my last defenses. I threw my head back, biting my lo

yes. His rough palm cupped my wet cheek, and his hoarse voice mu

swallowed me whole on the cold stone. He had claimed my body, thou

rom his eyes, and he collapse

off me an i

reamed. My flannel shirt was torn down the front, the but

ther with shaking fingers and wiped my

was pressed int

closed around it. It was a heavy ring made of old s

inging in my ears, rough an

e respons

ocked the road. Thomas, the butler of the Kowalski estate,

nd Madam sent me to bring

t the man

one birthday card. Ton

waiting for me?"

" Mr. Thomas said. His face was polite now, his ey

tranger's ring against my palm and thought that, a