Claimed By My Husband's Ruthless Lycan Brother

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tains and hit my eyelids. I let out a low groan, my entire

muscular arm draped like an iron bar across my bare

d limbs, ragged breathing, and my own desperate whimper

ones, and the air was still thick with the suffocating scent of wint

aws of our kind, an unfaithful Omega wife wasn't just divorced; she

o gag a sob, hot tears spilling over my

ort funds at Silver Spring Sanatorium before noon. My father, Hosea-whose wolf soul had been

ge of the mattress, lifting the stranger'

ngers twitching and tightening slightly against

e bed like a ghost, though the moment my bare feet touched the thic

d across the floor to gather my clothes. My pale silk evenin

draped over a velvet armchair. I snatched it up and shoved my arms through the sleev

m and eased the frosted glass door shut. I had to wash his

staring back was ghost-white, her lips swollen and her neck covered

cy water and scrubbing wildly at my neck and wrists

ng the Heat, the male's scent sinks straight into the bloodstrea

ble wall onto the tiles, burying my face in my wet

sounded against

y throat, cutting off

lly voice from last night rumbled through the door,

abbing a hand towe

ng to steady my trembling voi

rs, and pulled the bathroom door open-only to

dangerously low on his hips, water droplets trailing down the hard ri

ld. My gaze snagged on the pale liquid-silver scar benea

bone and cold arrogance. He narrowed his pitch-black wolf eye

of amusement as he reached out, twirling a

his hand away. Fear made my vo

e both adults. Once I walk out

hal darkness. He took a single step forward, caging me

e air around us grew heavy. "You break into my suite in the middle of

der his dominance. I bit my lower lip until it throbbed, gl

ushed the shell of my ear, each w

t, little wolf. What I