He Was My Alpha, I Was His Storm

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ed, not in fear, but in... transformation. I knew the signs. The way the energy

was close

still naked, not caring. I didn't w

, pupils dilated. "Everything

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," I whispered. "Not fully. Your w

y that, Andrew. But what if I'll never be ready the way you need me to

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ly, I knew tha

dy. She chose. And when the mating was complete

somehow. More potent. His presence had changed, as though t

cally. Simply to ground

nd fou

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. I saw it then.

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cented mine. A

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said slowly, breath catching.

answer.

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. Because if I do

t say that to

ere's a storm coming, Jamie. One I've been tryin

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ted-and my head snappe

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" he asked, hea

my head.

ing cold. But my mind wasn't on the pain. It was on them.

up to a bond he hadn't chosen-especially not to me-was t

rees along the riverba

ing his breath. "You're hurt," he said, eyeing the sl

y. "You remembe

don't know what I remember.

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ht silvering the water. Jamie sat

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irst time, I