Stolen By The Alpha's Dangerous Brother

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al blow. It was a dimly lit, smoke-filled underground market of primal instincts. The space reeked of cheap whiskey, s

e as a final, desperate compromise to pull Finn out of his spiral, hoping to salvage whatever was lef

me the dark side of his world. He was

with my defective, *wolfless* senses, I could smell her. She radiated a thick, cloying scent of wild b

over the heavy bass of the music. I bum

d to the stage. His chest heaved as he inhaled the stripper's scent, his Inner

npredictable predators, completely blind to their Mind-Links and defenseless without a wolf, and my only prote

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floor. Behind a pane of dark, tinted glass, a massive silhouette sat in the shadows. I couldn't see his face, but the sheer, c

g in my throat, the wild berry and mus

directly over to us. She didn't even look at me. She leane

p dance, handsome," she purred, her

hat I was sitting right next to him. Instead, a reckless, desperate grin sprea

a gift," Finn slurred, completely obliviou

, my voice cracki

h, grinding her hips against him. Finn's hands immediately went to her waist, his eyes clos

y Knox Crawford. He was forcing me to watch the man I had loved for ten years engage in

d myself out of the booth. "I need to use the restro

wandering hands and predatory stares, until I

r smelled sharply of bleach and mildew. I gripped the edges of the cold porcelain sink, my knuckles t

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e deadbolt sliding into plac

leach and mildew was instantly obliterated by a suffocating, i

re crossed over his broad chest, and his dark, merciless eyes pi