The Breeder Luna And Her Three Mates

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sees me, not caring about the stares or the whispers that follow. My chest is tight, too tight,

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echoing in my skull in a v

phas who think I belong to them because of some biological acciden

e up. I slam it shut, twist the lock, and immediately start pulling open drawers. There's not much,

in the closet. I shove clothes inside, not folding, not carin

st, sudden and vicious. I double over, g

Not yet. It

he artificial heats they triggered with their injections, over and over

orse. Thi

umble to the desk, yanking open the drawer where I hid the suppressant I stole from the fa

I pull off the cap with my teeth, can barely find t

plunger, sobbing as the cold liq

forehead against the desk. "If you don

ces. Just a moment. Then it

did on that table, and I can't, I can't do this again.. The door explodes inward. Wood splinters. T

o his left, blonde and brutal-looking. Luciano on the right, blac

ing against the wall. "

till dangling from my arm. His face twists, rage and

?" His voice is roug

throw it at him. It bounces off his

ight in front of me, gripping my chin and tiltin

"We can smell the chemicals in your bl

t budge. "I don't want this bond. I don't want any of you. Just, reject me. Ple

cuts through the

his voice quieter but no less in

ds tear out of my throat, de

deeper, something that feels like my soul is being ripped apa

"You're killing yourself. The bond won't allo

s that shake my whole body. "I can't do

ck arches off the bed. A sound rips from my throat, half

he room thickens, charged with tension s

at the other two. "B

his voice. His hands are clenched into fists at

clawing at fabric and the muscle beneath. He catches my wrists, holding them away from him, but I'm already leaning in, pressing

sounds like a prayer and a

aw, tasting salt and smoke. He makes a sou

ck, pinning my arms against my sides. "

strong. "I know this isn't me. The facility, they did something to me. Br

violently. I'm burning from the inside out and the only thing that

ging for anymore. For them to leave? For them

cupping my face with surprising gentl

Heat experiments. Breeding program. They wante

and. I can see it in their faces, the fury, the horror,

," Alvaro says quietly. "

just want this to stop. I don't want to want

st, seeking his warmth, his scent, his touch. My wolf is clawi

Claim them

lently, even as heat coils tighter in my abdomen, even a

nd the trauma and the desperation, my

im