. The memories of Edwardo Zee-his controlled power, the wolfish instincts barely restrained, and the flicker of something almost human in his eyes-haunte
tor unlike any she had encountered, and the moments they shared in combat lingered, confusing her instincts. Every strike, every dodge, every flash of his eyes seemed to pull her further into a dangerous orbit, a silent gravitational pull she could neither resist
nst the instinct that threatened to consume him. His step-brother's words echoed in the shadows: "An alpha is forged in blood, not mercy. Kill, or you will never ascend." Edwardo had resisted this path for years, but the pressure was constant, relentless, a shadow looming over every decision. And now, with Catrine testing the edges of her own power, the danger was twofold: the th
the scent of blood mingled with the damp earth. Every strike was calculated; every dodge was a test of skill and strategy. Yet beneath the violence, a silent conversation unfolded. Edwardo restrained himself, holding back the full fury of the wolf even as Catrine's attacks became more daring, more desperate. She was pushing the boundaries, testing him, and simultaneously testing herself. Her m
kind of pull-an attraction that made her pulse quicken, her senses sharpen, and her thoughts blur between strategy and fascination. Edwardo, sensing her shift, felt a tension in his own chest, a silent acknowledgment that this battle had become personal in ways neither of them could fully articulate. His wolf growled low, impatient, frustrated by restraint,
nce and fascination. Catrine stepped back, her chest heaving, eyes lingering on Edwardo, the desire to strike mingled with an involuntary hesitation. Edwardo, feeling the subtle shift in her energy, relaxed slightly, though the wolf within growled softly, restless and insistent. Both knew, without words, that this encounter had changed everything. Rivalry had ev
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