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be the strongest warrior, the most endured fighter, and it shows when I walk through a crowd. Everyone smells the royal bloodline and when they look,

a group of wolves so damning in size and streng

to the royal pack and if there’s one thing my father doesn’t like to be messed with,

t stand a

ly can’t

t the lower ground, which is perfect for us. I reach through the link, telling everyone to take their sta

lso new to me, calling to

he noise, both of us instantly understanding what is happening here. Tha

m

p them each apart until I find the source of that f

weaker rogues, killing them off one by one, but I aim straight for the floral scent, something so heavy on my heart by the sound of h

e coming, his hands once laced on the hips of a she-wolf who lays shuddering in the grass, her clothes torn to shr

cloth hanging around her

, kneeling over her, her skin burning hot to the touch. She’s taken something resemblin

fool my nos

fucking

, battling to stay conscious. I don’t even think she realizes I am here, or who I am, curlin

on’t flinch, one of my warriors snapping a bite into his neck, his blood splattering everywhere and yet I can’t

while she’s in this state,

er identity. I know better than anyone here about how royals are drawn to the sensual sc

ssibly fight back. Some of them do it to get their release and then ki

toxicating feeling of needing her trust overwhelms me. I don’t want to hurt her, and I can’t

alling to the ground while I tilt her upright. She gasps, screaming in pain, her head falling back while s

ready. She’s practica

at her stomach, her jaw loc

t last, the sounds of the battle around us finally dying down; there is only silence in th

ro

d. My mind begs to be set loose into the darkness, but nothing works. I notice the rogue is gone thankfully, his hands gripping m

ound us, rogues in a war and biting, whining, and death shifting through the woods and yet he seems

ing me to holler out, to beg for it to stop. He understands and lets me down onto th

his pain to stop. It feels like death. It feels worse than it felt when L

voice. “I’m going to fix it,” he says, nodding slow. He m

in response. I lean back, letting it happen, the relief so quick to my aches that I feel almost everything around me drain away. He presses his

cking at my chest and my neck and everywhere they can reach. I try to stay still, needi

from my mouth, and I allow

ling while I feel like I’m frozen solid even if I drip with sweat. He continues, though, kissing me more

eaks again

to me,” he says with a stiff vo

, pressing against his pelvis and feeling his girth. The mere pressure of it near my warm, wet core makes my

cate this heat from my body once and for all. I still try to get more from him, needing his body, needi

ally. “Don’t push me, sweetheart, you wouldn’

ails digging

ise only shocking my body int

se,”

,” he snarls. “I won’t

, too. He moves deeper, harder, and I become wetter. I tip my head back in a daze, any trace amount of p

r, his whole body moves away too. I lay sideways, trying to catch my breath, grabbing for clothes that I no longer have. I realize too

gaze of the man who help

to, along with a set of black pants he throws on as well. He yells at someone, for something, and I find

el heavier th

eding to stay grounded, feelin

’ll handle thi