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Ethan Stone's back was lean and muscular, marred by ten crisscrossing lash marks from the whip. The angry red welts stood out starkly against his tanned skin, some already beginning to bruise. Despite everything. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy.

A knock on the door interrupted my examination of his wounds. I hesitated before answering it, suddenly aware of how intimate this situation might appear to an outsider.

A servant stood at the door, holding a wooden box carved with intricate

moonstone inlays. "Mrs. Winters, this is Dr. Harold Bennett's special healing salve for Mr. Stone."

I recognized the familiar, expensive salve immediately. Dr. Bennett had been the Stone family's healer for decades, and his special remedies were legendary among werewolves. The distinctive herbal scent wafted from the box - earthy and medicinal.

"Thank you," I said, taking the box and closing the door.

As I opened it, the full aroma filled the air. It was the same scent I had...

"Why

are you j

just standing there? Come and apply the salve," Ethan called, interrupting my thoughts.

I approached the sofa where he sat waiting, his broad shoulders tense with pain and impatience.

and detached. "It will be easier

look oddly vulnerable – not at all like the powerful Alpha King

sofa and began applying the salve,

with deliberate force.

winced, turning his head

slight smirk played on his lips as he

apply the salve with unnecessary

a small, petty part of me felt satisfied. After everything he'd put

retribution,

brow twitched, but he remained silent, enduring the pain. When I finally

waist, pulling me into his arms with surprising strength for someone who'd just been

down at me with those amber eyes

race.

my heart

replied, feigning innocence. I tried to pull his hand away

questioned, his

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us so that he was above me on the sofa, his

cushions.

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