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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.

keeping my voice clinical and detached. "It

The position made him look oddly vulnerable – not at

of the sofa and began applying the salve, pressing

with deliberate force.

head to glance at my

smirk played on his lips as he lightly pinched my waist.

ignored him, continuing to apply the salve with unnecessary pressure.

felt satisfied. After everything

retribution,

remained silent, enduring the pain. When I finally finished, I rose to leave, eager to

me into

he asked, looking down at me with those amber

race.

my heart

his hand away and

questioned, his

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me on the sofa, his weight pressing

cushions.

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