The Alpha King's Captive: (A Steamy Werewolf Romance)

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th and sit up. T

I lean forward, the sun rays connecting directly with my face like I'd just pee

xt he speaks a cold shiver runs down

ng and all, but I am no werewolf. In here, in this town--in this

en the engine peters off and the car is envelop

lue lining his grey eyes, and finally, I think of him at Mount Pyre. The blood drip

ver seen a werewolf shift.

ernally. The realization has me tear

him, grey eyes fierce. "I will never do anything to harm you, Gwen, and anyone w

gain. We drive past pastel buildings and tall churches. And all the while, gazes

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He'd need to be in school, go for his piano lessons, t--his birthday's next week! Damn dam

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e of sight to the cracked review mirror. Three

my chest. We swerve into a wide street, jolting the pedestrians who scramble away from our speeding vehicle. We nar

the wind roaring in my ears. "I need to have my p

aps to me.

heading straight into a t

we come to a halt, I hear the faint sound of something explode

ut am intercepted by one of Malcolm'

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irritation burn through me. "Not that it should be of concern to y

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on't!" I scare off the pigeons a few paces down, hardly able to care that I am short of screaming now. "I can't have this in my

my waist and before I kn

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myself gr

ing me aware of the hardness prodding my thigh. His mouth sl

e. I grow lightheaded with lust, moaning into his mouth. He swallows the sound, kissing me like his life depends on it. Tingles of electr

nd we're both b

me. You think you have the choice to pick who you get to be with but minx... You belong to me. My mouth has claimed you. My hands--" I let out a gasp when he s

ntinues to talk in that low, delicious rumble. "And de

t of cold water had

achery' was me looking out for myself and my family!" Then I snap in

ok at him, I head over to c

de indent gapes in the space that was once a door handle. The car is ridden with

nt of the car, o

outh. The man has the most convincing poker face. It annoys me how he does

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body heat consumes me. "I don't kn

of place, safe for the washer. It'll need replacing." His eyes do a quick sweep of the

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