Rejected By The Alpha, Carrying His Secret Pup

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doing standing

d of the warmth he had just showered upon Davina. I stood frozen

eather-crushing the air out of my lungs. His Inner Wolf was pacing, agitated and restless. I knew it was because his Lycan blood could sense

ouldn't use the Pack's Mind-Link to explain the shattered pieces of m

t inside," he commanded, his to

ted in my chest like a silver dagger, carving out the last pathetic remnants of my

tightly in a thick robe. The hot water had done nothing to thaw th

ur-poster bed, holding a ceramic bowl

ked me. We are visiting the Pack's healing center tomorrow morning. I will

enough to shock a werewolf's immune system into overdrive. For a wolfless human, it

hands instinctively moving to shiel

m, my refusal wasn't fear; it was a direct challenge to his Alpha author

asking,

large mouthful of the scalding brew, and dropped the ceramic onto the carpet. His

ur lips locked, the undeniable, electric *Spark* of Fated Mates exploded between us. It was a sensation that usually made my toes

suddenly shifted. The Spark ignited the ancient Lycan blood in his veins. His grip on my jaw

ne. Graves loomed over me, his eyes entirely black as his Inner Wolf took control. He rea

ed through my veins. I couldn't let him to

d chest and shoved him with ever

. I looked straight into his pitch-black eyes, my voice tre

it the room like a bla

isbelief and towering rage. A wolfless weakling, a woman who supposedly needed h

laced by a cold, calculating businessman. He let out

s hit the edge of the bed. "More territory for your failing Pack?

ly solidified my resolve. He

u," I said, lifting my

aves stared at me, his eyes narrowing as if he were loo

unding against my ribs as I asked the one q

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