His Defiant Mate: The Wolfless Omega's Revenge

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. But it was like trying to fill an ocean with a teaspoon. The cold in my bone

It was a clean, minimalist interface, courtesy of the Psychic Imprint. A l

abel read: Li

mentally deafening, b

Organ failure will begin in approximately one

tter and fall. One hour. I could feel my body shutting down,

e system, my voice a desperate plea

side me was highlighted with a pulsing

n: Initiate deep physical contact to

m already hugging him." The absurdity

itality after one hour: 1.6%. Insufficient to prevent org

nical diagrams. The first showed two hands, palms pressed toget

was an unmistakable icon of

o the energy transfer, crept up my ne

my brain saw it as a procedure. A necessary step for survival. But the other part of me, the part that was still just a girl who ha

twitch, a small seizure racking his powerful frame. The black, curse-l

warmth flowing in

returned with a vengeance. I glanced at the in

Force

s now looming directly over me. It was a physical

oud in the quiet forest. "Hammer, my ass," I mutter

more time f

sy. I cupped his face with my hands. His skin was burning, a

ed my eyes shut, and

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arm energy surged from him into me. It was overwhelming, a tidal wave of life pouring into a desert. Every cell in

ement as the bar on my me

e: 2%...

urable, so profoundly comforting,

ation was h

is body arched violently, his back lifting off the ground as he thrashed against an unseen