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ed. The loud chatter, the drunken laughter, the simmering aggressio
n Ha
f power and absolute authority that made even the most h
ear, but from the thrill of the hunt. The bai
couting for capable rogues to add to his personal retinue
owner, completely oblivious to the seemingly pathetic Omega n
the bar. I let my knees buckle, feigning a drunken stumble
the contents of my glass sloshing over
the bar. In their eyes, I had j
met mine. He saw a woman, reeking of whiskey and sorr
mixture of alcohol-fueled haze and genuine-looking terror. "I'm
he picture of a heartbroken, clumsy O
h-publicized Fated Mate. He had likely heard about the afternoon's drama; he made it his business to know everything Kade did. H
ors wer
ity?-crossed his face. His brother's disca
ake their move. "Hey now, little beauty," their leader sneered, stepping closer. "Looks
The final pie
olid frame, a wordless plea for protection. I gr
my voice a desperate, broken
as Rowan, the appeal of a rival's mate willingly placing
spread across his lips
a power. The air crackled. The rogues who had been preying on me moments be
ainst my ear. His voice was a low, rumblin
you
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