Shadow of the Pact

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mells of as

kin. My heart pounds, not from fear but from rage. Tonight, my father tri

ink of the p

ose their mate out of

uled this city for decades, and as the Alpha's daughter, I am expected to uphold that legacy.

a fucking

ion, only the desperate need to escape the golden cage closing in around me. My fa

urge to bite, to rip, to sink my teeth into flesh until I taste warm blood floods my senses.

trict, I know it like the back of my hand. It belongs to us. Every street, every shop, every godd

ving that I deserve more than a subm

world around me is alive with predators lurking in the shadows-humans who think they are dangerou

't want t

omething, to make someone pay

I turn a corner, my body still tense, e

res

man. N

g colder

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turn to my world, where I know the rules, where my fat

t, I am done f

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slithering over my skin. My wolf bristles inside me, her hackles raise

pire lingers-rich, metallic, like old blood soaked into velvet. I know what they smell like. I

hing far mor

ios

h this part of the city. He leans against the wall, one foot lazily crossed over the other, like he owns t

rous. Too beaut

amp

as if my body already knows this moment is differen

h those cold, silver-blue eyes, a

ttle wolf," he murmurs, v

m, waiting. His kind love to talk, to play games, to act

ly. "I was thinking

usement flickering i

re it starts. But instead, I take another

hing to do with instinct or logic. It's deeper. Older

vampire?" I ask, my voice c

ound me like invisible hands. "If I did, I woul

ant b

re you here

is movements too smooth, too precise. He's close now, close enough that I can see the faint pul

. "Or maybe I just enjoy watching wolv

dmit. I school my expression, refusing t

know anythi

ger. I know you hate the leash they've tied around your throat. And I know that right n

, my nails diggi

oes h

, but you can't lie to me, little wolf. I can smell it on