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as thick with the sharp pine and heavy musk of dozens of rival Alph

m his touch shot up my arm, but his body was rigid. He pulled me flush against his side, using

rowled, his voice a barely audible, feral rumb

y gaze fixed forward. With my free index finger, I slowly, de

, but I am

ock before the irises were swallowed by pitch-black. *Rage*, his Lycan beast, was roaring in

Pack Warriors. Standing at the entrance was my father, Alpha Richard Schmidt. He

, his voice carrying just enough to ensure the ne

His scent-cedarwood and the violent ozone of a burning bonfire

pping to a lethal, icy register. "Before you worry about my assets, mana

tightening. "You're swi

low, dark chuckle.

heavy with expensive perfume, roasted meats, and raw power. We barely made it past the towerin

rame before he smirked at Kingsley. "This must be a very quie

eatest vulnerability. Instinctively, I stepped a fr

round us plummeted. Kingsley stared at

his tone eerily calm but dripping with absolute murder. "Say one

ng from his face as he took a hasty step

trical gasp echoed nea

crusted replica of my black velvet gown. Clotilde pointed at her, her voice

me up and down, her voice dripping with sugary venom. "Oh, dar

ugh the surrounding Alphas and L

ng deep in his chest. His Lycan was ready to te

e from a passing waiter's tray. I took a slow sip, looking at Bianca with a ga

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