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En Garde! My Wolf

Chapter 3 Handling instructions

Word Count: 1383    |    Released on: 30/09/2026

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r heart in mock horror. "Though

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diagnostic tablet into a

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of theatrical pity. "Dr. Cor

this before the

me. "Next thing you know, you're forty-seven, you own twelve identical cardigan

ur lunch,"

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y throat as I threw my weight back s

on Hohenzollern's presence simply flooded my field of vision. He stood directly across the

n, shifting lines of powerful muscle. Before my brain could even process the sudden proximity, the harsh white light of the lamp caugh

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ked, lifting his gaze to meet mine. "It is always benefi

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the department,"

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ping back into professional decorum

nded softly. "I don't recall specify

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him at all, and I began to wonder if I had crossed a line,

held an épée

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my distance contro

replied, finding my f

He took one slow step closer. It was an entirely innocent gesture, and yet the hea

alwood, anchored by the dangerously dark warmth of pure cacao absolute. I had lived alongside wolves my

shoulder inches from mine. My breath c

excuse of setting my stylus into its ch

you required, sir? Or may

watch on his wrist. "I am ke

t to formulate a response that wouldn't result in security es

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En Garde! My Wolf
“In a world where wolves walk openly among humans, bloodlines still carry power, old Houses still guard their secrets, and some instincts are considered too ancient to question. Dashiell von Hohenzollern was raised to master all three. An heir by birth and a champion fencer by choice, he has built his life around precision, the delicate balance between rival Houses, and the discipline required to want nothing he cannot afford to want. Zhenevieva Borghese has never belonged to that world. She prefers old paper to old money, forgotten histories to powerful men, and questions to the convenient answers people inherit. But inside the Hohenzollern estate, where history has been polished as carefully as reputation, curiosity has a way of becoming dangerous. Especially when it turns toward Dashiell. Between them grows something older than desire and far more difficult to deny. Recognition, an ancient certainty that should have made everything simple, if only wanting each other weren't the most complicated thing either of them could do. Because Dashiell has spent years learning exactly how close to let an opponent come. Zhenevieva may be the first person who makes him forget to keep his guard up.”