BOUND TO HER ALPHAS

s the branches, seemingly whispering warnings to the lone figure racing between the towering trees. Rosaline's breath came in ragged gasps, her heart poundi

d, pressing a kiss to the infant'

relentless, closed in. They had caught her scent long before she reached the heart of the woods, and n

lt, her hands shaking, and laid Rosetta deep within the dark cavity, wrapping the baby tightly in the shawl embroidered with silver-threaded runes. For anot

y, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear before standing to draw their attention away from the t

r standing on end in the moonlight. Three others crept out behind him, muscles

red, adjusting the shawl so tha

ang forward, a blur of teeth and claws. Rosaline's scream shattered the silence,

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