The Feral Alpha's Secret Wolfless Mate

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of her aged agarwood still clung to my senses. My Inner Wolf was pacing, agitated by her demands for

iar comfort of dark rum and cedar. Instead, a rep

the imagination. She smiled, a trembling, desperate attempt at seduction. "My Lord," she purre

ringly obvious now. The woman from that night had taste

up," I

to her feet,

ha's Command bleed into my

nds reached for the silk straps, letting the gown pool at her feet. I stepped closer, my golden e

Unblem

ushing puncture my canines had left in th

age ripped through me

my voice dropping to a

, plea

tear your throat

terror, snatching her gow

hite as I gripped the crystal. The fake was

ed up the frantic patter of footsteps in the corrido

ned?" Elsie

"She got herself transferred to the Dowager Luna's parlor this afternoon. She's playing th

ian

attered, amber liquid s

the floors, reeking of harsh lye soap and wet ash. The one who had buttoned my shirt, trembling like a leaf. When I

the mud. She had masked her scent

a low, vibrating gro

I prowled the grounds, my instincts dragging me toward the edge of the

le. White peach and jasmine. It was a siren song, pulling me

door. The cheap wood splint

eyes wide with absolute terror. She scrambled backward in the large woo

asn't fas

t there, on her delicate collarbone, were th

rimal sound that shook the v

hoked out, shrinking aga

the Dowager's rules. I grabbed her wet, trembling chin, forcing her to look at me. Her eyes wer

my lips

t of pure, agonizing pleasure that stole the breath from my lungs. She whimpered, her small h