Rejecting The Pack: I Need One Mate

from that direction carried the thick, coppery sc

r. A line of massive figures strode through the gap. They carried enormous ca

e line. She fou

uscles slick with the blue-purple blood of the magic beasts he had slain. Despite the gore, his stride was stead

Evan was dragging a massive boar monster by its

mile touched her lips, softening her features.

out from the side of the hunting party. He moved with fluid grace

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bare, his honey-colored skin gleaming with sweat. Shallow scratches from

here was no subtlety in his gaze. It

e. He took a step closer, shrinking the distance bet

aleb Quinn was one of the males the elder had be

y instinctively rejecting his proximity. She quickly rearranged her

l and professional. "That scratch on your arm lo

r concern. He leaned forward, eager to close the g

arl ripped through

w over the younger warrior. Armond's narrow, phoenix eyes were slits of pure ice, locked onto th

shing weight of the higher-ranking Alpha's aura. Sweat beaded on his fo

ised like a defensive wolf pup. Kala watched his reaction, a brief thought crossing her mind: He really ne

led at Caleb, his voice cracking with teen

their eyes darting nervously between the standoff. A fight betwee

arm through Armond's thick, muscular one. She pressed h

of all the professional coolness she had used on Caleb.

Armond evaporated like mist under the sun. His rigid muscles relaxed. He lo

r shoulders. He didn't even spare Caleb a glance. Without a word, he

sts at his sides, his knuckles white. He watched Kala's retrea