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the "Flame Sire

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shower water hisses, I wr

ack Alpha for his ritua

rough the line: "N

me," I purr, voic

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thunder

gits t

ng from his collarbones, shirt unbutto

"Pack calls or y

The door clicks, my smi

gh rain, I see Rose Wyndh

s coat over her,

my sire's head, he sent me to Victor

d coffee on hi

ia cashmere-cha

eeting scrolls. He

nk, camera ready. Instead

he pinned me

e breathed,

ef led to his office-door

come ad

ng: roses, candles, a mating ring. I wai

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one dr

his forbidden study-w

travels, even

cried, des

led cleaners, nev

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I'd beg, b

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I say, vo

: "Truly mati

ep-dam Wendy and h

rosty. "But my conditio

fre

orts: "You dare!

You cheated, drove Mother to death for your

ffers 50 billion for a ritual mate. You hou

ne-sever the bond! But

r returned. She m

whelp, disowning your o

endy grabs me: "Alic

m gone? Your bastard daughter wears St

ggers, fac

lide down the door, t