Vanc
g. Through the thin door, I could hear the rustle of silk
over me. Ryker stood there, blocking the soft
w and tight with a pain he cou
nothing to say to you, Alpha.
him like a physical blow
s touch. "Don't touch me!" The words were quiet, but
open. "Ryker, darling?" Seraphina's voice was
equest. A power play. She knew he
ked from my defiant face to
touched my lips. "Your
look at me, he stepped into the fitting room. He di
her back to him, clad in the pristine white gown. His l
erful, olfactory claim of ownership. That scent drifted out of the ro
st warning sign of a she-wolf's Heat, flooded my veins. My own scent changed, the simpl
. That scent, designed by the Goddess to be
his mind. I could almost he
and stalked out of the room. Before I could react, he grabbe
urtained space was instantly filled with the
wolf breaking through his control. He was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling i
my body, weakened by the onset
of my neck, inhaling my scent li
full force of his Alpha's Command w
mand. But then an image flashed in my mind: his hands on Seraphi
from the depths of my soul. I lifted my head an
Vance, reject you. I will stand in the crowd and watch you and your Luna c
he words was just as powerful. It felt like a physical tearing
, now filled with shock and unbearable pain. He clutched his
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