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esonant hum of celebratory laughter vibrated through the floorboards. Tonight was supp
ng at my reflection in the corridor window. My dark hair fell in soft
sie, the daughter of the pack's Beta, who had made it her life's mission to remin
urn back, the heav
d, and radiating an intoxicating aura of cedarwood and midnight rain. Hi
apping taut between us made my knees wobble. Mate. My wol
ered deer. The music in the hall stuttered to a halt. Every ey
nt shivers down my spine. But as he stepped closer, his nose fla
pered, holding ou
s flared dangerously. The pack elders watched in stone-cold silence. Jaxon's chest hea
Elena Brooks, as my mate and as the
as if invisible claws were ripping my heart straight out. In werewolf lore, a rejecti
ed out, tears spill
d of any mercy. "You don't even have a wolf to show for yourself.
he crowd. Cassie smirked from t
r. The fragile girl who wanted to belong died right there on the polis
looked into the eyes of the man who ha
f me, Alpha," I whispered,
pack, and ran straight into the dark, unforgiving woods-running t
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