The Alpha's Secret White Wolf Mate

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ndle, preparing to haul myself up, but my b

large, calloused hands

ath hi

ring into my skin. Clint's biceps flexed, and without a hint of effort, he l

eep voice brushing right past the shell of my

or shut with a so

eat. His massive frame instantly filled the cabin, crowding out the

let out a guttural, mechanical roar as the truck surged out of the under

zen potholes. Outside, the bare pines and jagged gray ravine

ssive hand, his focus locked onto the windin

over the hum of the engine. "The s

the front right tire hit a deep, frost-

lurched violen

he seatbelt failed to catch in time, and my upper

roat as my chest slammed direct

gainst the iron wall of his abdomen, feeling eve

el, his thick arm locking around my back and shoulder like a vice, crush

n it ha

f raw electricity exploded

through the roof of the truck, ripping through my

ysical

ed beast, and deep within the locked chambers of my soul, the dormant, hidd

sanity to swallow the instinctive howl. To Clint, I had to remain a wolfless

chest beneath my cheek told me C

wn wide with raw, territorial hunger. The cedar scent coming off

kable, primal vibration of his inner

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back with a grip that bordered on bruising, his primal wol

crape, his throat working hard as he s

biological signs of a true Fated Mate bond, but his logic was tearin

ushed my palms against his chest, breaking th

burning face toward the side win

of my neck, his chest rising and f

't push. Slowly, with visible effort, his whit

voice to level out as he punched t

s suffocating, charged with lin

ountain bend, and the sprawling, timber-walled pa