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he grand stone steps of the Blackstone Pack Manor. The night wind carried the damp sme

Bowman was leaning against the leather seat,

aching out to support his arm, only fo

d out of the car, but his foot caught on the curb f

ening my arms to catch his weight b

balance completely, and he knocked me down

pressed tight against mine. Through our thin clothe

p cedarwood scent from his neck filled my n

heavy breathing hit the curve of my neck

push him off, but I felt a sudden, viol

at raced wildly against my palms, and I could feel the

and their body reacts with an unstoppable physical surge.

g at his face inches away, thinking he fina

ed by cold disgust. He pushed himself up and r

ooked down at me sprawled on the gr

o climb into my bed?" He straightened his mess

had turned to ice. That tiny bit of

scrambled up from the grass with red eyes, sl

y. "Your weak Omega instincts are noth

to me. That was just an Alpha's natural physical disgus

ark was never disgust, yet my public label a

u think you'd even be allowed inside this manor?" He

blew through my thin clothes. Watching his c

ndured this hostile contract marriage n

d inside me had claimed Bowman as my one a

d limped after him on my sore ankle so the

light spilled out and the old butler bow

ed straight up the stairs toward his second-f

ed outsider. Suddenly, a sharp ache throbbed inside my he