The Defiant Ex-Luna's Hidden Royal Pup

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iron. I had just finished hooking an IV to a young Warrior dehydrat

sband, Alpha Damien Blackwood. But today, his intoxicating scent was suffoca

rapped entirely in his oversized

e of a true Alpha's Command-not yet. That weapon would come later, reserved for the moment he truly wished to break me. Still, the threat of it hummed beneath every syllabl

ickly-sweet scent confirmed it. Allena Thorne. The S

tepped forward, reaching for the blood-stained hem of

inst the metal edge of the nurse's station. Pain flared through my chest, stealing my breath. His eyes flas

her. Prep a tr

e filled Trauma Bay 1. I stood in the corner, a ghost i

us luteum," the doctor said carefully. He glanced between Damien and the sobbing Allen

was the clinical eu

's usually stoic face turned ashen. The silence stretched, thick a

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ming behind them, Allena still hemorrhaging. Lying would have required a creative explanation he didn't have time to fabricate under the fluorescent lights of a trauma bay. But now, with that single syllable hanging in the s

dical slate. The sharp sound made Damien flinch. Whatever fragile, foolish hope I had h

, kicking a red biohazard bin across the room. It clatte

d a critical care consent form from my slate. I stepped into his

ed, my voice dev

eyes for tears, for anger-for anything. Finding only a

the trauma bay without a backward glance. The heavy slidin

e from my scrub pocket. The screen lit up, displaying a cal

Contract: Expir