antin
r head of my cane. The evening wind carried the scent of the neigh
cowards who'd ambushed me with silver and left me the "cripp
behind me. He knew better than t
e scent
angled with rain on fres
cage of my control, a roar roll
a
mocking me? Granting a broken, silver-poisoned Al
under cold logic. "Nash," I sa
ange. "Alpha... it's a girl. I
was meant to marry in some political
rass. She was soaked in blood-but it looked old, phan
ng, blue eyes blown wide with terr
e'd resort to this-a damsel act to wriggle o
ield her, to kill whatever had frightened her. I strangled the inst
her. "Alyssa Clay," I said, voice dr
s flew to her face, her neck, her st
racked open and poured out someth
" Tears of happiness streaked h
rned. I, the Alpha King of the Bl
Look at me, Omega. Do you think playing gam
a jolt of fire up my arm. My wolf
y hand back
fear. It was appraisal. Cool. Knowing. As if she could see st
o my cane, then
t. It was the mark of my s
n her eyes. No pity. Only
d. Then she looked into my eyes, and it w
id, tasting my name like i
her mouth did som
th, as if deciding t
She did not beg.
as if confirming a tr
of the mate-bond, I felt her. Ste
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