LUST OF THE ALPHA KING

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e silk dress she had stolen from a hotel room clung to her body, torn at the hem, soaked from the storm that had broke

were

nst her skin like phantom fingers, their presence a weight in the back of her mind. She

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rcling. She

lungs burning, searching for a

uline. Ove

nd could catch up. The scent was raw dominance, unyie

tepped out of

road. P

black suit that looked out of place against the filth of the streets. Golden eyes gleamed under

little wolf?" His voice

oze. She kne

illionaire. Unchallenged ruler of the city's werewolf underworld. A man whispered

said, her voice sha

ad, amused. "And w

could sense the hunters closin

nged f

otion. A ru

ingers closed a

as on her in a second, his body pressing against hers, his grip un

mured. "And something else

r fangs sharpening, b

ittle Omega.

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felt li

Refused to be

nt was overwhelming now. Leather and pine and something wild beneath the expensive colog

ummed. Not ju

ething far m

can dominate

lips a whisper a

think.

way his body surrounded hers, his dominance pressing into her

irred benea

o

uldn't

y thing she cou

ated into claws, her vision sharpened, her body erupting into pure, unfiltered po

s didn'

d. A slow, da

e shif

on was brutal. V

hers. Black fur erupted over thick, lethal muscle. His hands became claws that could

twice h

or violence. Pow

had time to react

slammed into her, sending them both crashing onto the wet pavement. His claws

in rage, half in somet

assive head until his hot br

," he r

arled, barin

ev

minance pressing into her,

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cracked

t of another Alph

a low, warning growl vi

na felt

was raw, wi

an W

ogue

s blood tu

ped between

her. The other w

in her life... she wasn