The Feral Alpha's Secret Wolfless Mate

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ard swung open with a violent thu

stones. The sharp, dry scent of tobacco rolled off him, carrying the heavy, suffocatin

ow!" Curtiss barked, his voic

fraction of a second, praying to the Moon Goddess, before shuffling into place beside Ivonne. My collarbone throbbed

t us; he was inhaling deeply, his Beta senses hunting for the

d in fron

ued to his polished leather boots, forcing my trembling knees to lock. He frowned, the overpowering stench of

out, stepping slightly in front of me. "Throwin

s like a physical weight. He opened his mouth, ready to i

as me

with forced shyness. Curtiss snapped

k it almost made my eyes water. She had clearly bathed in it. Her cheeks were flushed, and she k

ood Inner Wolf would never be captivated by such a synthetic, vulgar scent. But Curtiss was desperate

ly, grabbing Jessenia by the arm and

gasping for air. I was safe. For now. But a cold dread pooled in my stomach. Jessenia didn't have the bit

ed Servants' Mess Hall w

. Across the room, Curtiss had just made the official announcement: Jess

orms. The Omegas who usually sat at our table had abandoned us, flocking around Jess

ion. "Eliana actually thought her pretty face would get her an Alpha. What a joke. She

another chimed in, laughing. "I bet Elian

tural snarl ripped from her throat, her Omega wolf rising to the surf

shooting out to grip her wri

e hissed, her eyes flashing with a

terrupted, my voice ste

the target on her back. I released Ivonne's wrist and picked up my spoon, forcing myself to swallow the tastele

ure I was as far away from Jaren Griffin as possible befo