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cky wooden counter. I stared at the amber liquid in my glass, the cheap whiskey bu

ntire world shattered under the crystal chandel

irs behind the scenes. But when the Alpha of the Silvermoon Pack paraded his beautiful, pure-bl

r his cruel, dismissive voice echoing o

ty case my Pack took in. Barely an

meant you were defective. A burden. I had spent years enduring the Pack's whispers, letting Caleb control me just to

ty thing like you should

my eyes snapping open. Two human men had boxed me in. The

his hand away. But without a wolf to grant m

ch," the second man snee

the barstool, but they pressed closer, trapping

erature in the

. A scent washed over me-a violent, intoxicating blend of sharp cedarwood, a raging rainstorm, and rich Cuba

re he was thrown backward, crashing into a table of empty bottles. His friend took one look at

turned

stretched over broad, muscular shoulders. But it was his eyes that made my breath hitch-de

Yet, the moment his gaze locked onto mine, a s

an on the floor. He just stared down at me, his j

coming w

ble. It wasn't a request. It was

he reached out and his large, calloused hand wrapped around my wrist, a jolt of p

I shouldn't be

diating from him stripped away my last ounce of resistance. I let him pul

iting beast. He opened the heavy door and guided me

and rainstorm scent. I pressed myself against the cold leather of the door, my head spinning wildly as the c