The Wolfless Mate's Hidden Primordial Blood

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ightmare, cold sweat dripping down my forehead o

inds into the dusty room, the storm outside replace

iced the raging fever from the mate-bond backl

tained bathroom sink, I twisted the faucet and spla

trands around a pale face, and my amber eyes were bloo

drain, the past three years with Eldridge f

blaming sudden security crises at the pack headquarters

that he always brushed off with a gentle pat on my head, clai

o the laundry basket, carrying a trace of ylang-ylang

me was just a cage built by a dominant Al

f was treated like untouchable trash, yet nobody knew that the unawakened blood of the primord

and hit the ceramic basin with a shar

y face, I walked back to the bed and

te cloud drive linked to the micro lens and

ridge pressing a light kiss to Deloris's bare foreh

d and satisfied, showing zero guilt fo

loading them through multiple proxy server

without holographic footage and pheromone voiceprint samples, the E

argest business empire, while in the public eye, I was just a bankrup

k away clean, I needed the sharpe

pted contacts, I stopped on a name I had

n giving up our family liquidation rights to marry Eldridge, my b

a would leave me chewed up to the bone, and we had parted ways after a bitter

ll button for thirty seconds

through the receiver, each beep

oicemail, the line clicked open and

you're selling so

the phone, my throat d

it's me.

of the line, the sound of flipping

ce came back, thick with biting s

e Luna of the Marshall Pack find tim

window, I skipped all pleasa

a case for me. A lawsuit to

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