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En Garde! My Wolf

Chapter 4 Seven weeks

Word Count: 1666    |    Released on: 30/09/2026

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his glasses.

r, plucking out a dark grape. "Leave him alon

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or the amate

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p of black coffee without asking whether I

ass table. "We need to finali

esting her forehead against the back of her chair. "Could we perhaps phrase

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updated calend

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sing demeanor instantly vanishin

meline was approa

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our back-and-fo

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down with a faint cli

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th. "I'm beginning to see why no one writ

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in the conversation

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rying Evadn

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r while Mother closed her eyes. Father rubbed a hand ov

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to build a life with a woman, Dashiell, not w

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a complim

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my gaze

rritorial boundaries and permanently ended a blood feu

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g my interests

stent. You sent eleven private

ed eleven

she corrected. "The other two

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hem," she s

r looked genuinely, deeply offended. "

lied, taking a sip of her coffee. "A success

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reiterated, leaving zer

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cross the table with a sly grin. "Can

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up. "This family act

thigh. I pulled the device from my po

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t of a smirk t

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the handl

my mother's voice. I stopped,

n immediate spike of warning through my inst

e, sniffing the air like a hound.

rrifyingly placid. "Were you do

fact I wished to inspec

tilie pressed, her sharp ey

door open.

corridor and closed the

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En Garde! My Wolf
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.”