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Hey, Fay dily, lay dow

the gun, dragging syste

Just park in the ‘s How to the new one

last park in the bark at tamami

the grins, taking a seat next t

“The strip club?” I map,

ig for the first tinue what bar boges

“Yes,” she says with a roll of her ages.

“Out” I smile. “That’s cool” My ex

wadays menit, gang come the georgan and going up the act to fatter to

“The twebe?” I ask, nurious.

She only nods, her bright green ga shattering

“The only thing this place is missing is a fireplace, I comment

She smiles softly, taking a sip of her coffee. “Yeah I don’t the one in our bedroom upstairs and down here. He has done i I need a fireplace.”

“Right,” I agree, my eyes falling to her neck and to the mark th

“So…” she says with a raise of her eyebrows, “Your woodering

andy viable now in the dim lign. So…

hot coffee sputtering from my lips and shooting across the elegant codes table honest to God cough up my lungs. “1-1.” I stammer ungraciously, leaning forward to digest me and grant her my full attention. “Yes,” I admit. 1-1 was but

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she says matter–of–factly and I whimper.

I hiss, clamping my eyes shut. She really hist shot. She said that Rider is a werewolf,

little

the parking lot and the way they dragged Antman away. Did they kill

I begin, my eyes still

open my eyes. “I’ve

more than certain it was them. They were protecting

the

Why would they…“I gasp, my hand going to

her eyes falling toward my bite mark. “You are not nobody, You are Rainier’s mate. His soulmate. It is why he marked you and it is why he refuses to

told you a–about me? About… biting

her coffee on the table and scoots closer to me.

awa

when he did it,

was upset about it?” 1 ask, falling

I mean well – he’s just upset that he didn’t ask permission first. He was afraid that you were going to leave

eyes filling with tears. Im

not. There’s a lot to explain. So I guess, know

1

to ask you is… how

“Shifters?!?!?”

RAINIER

barely visible through the clouds when the twelve of us wake in the woods naked. I’m sore and there is blood on me. Mine and…

painted in his

Out of all of us, it is usually the Alpha that might have an idea of what we got into the night of our forced shift.

doesn’t belong to our females, Domonic states with a shrug, as if that is all that matters. “And

in the middle of Blackjack,” Quinn gripes. “And I must have come across a trap last night or something. Because my wrist is caked with my

happened to me last

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