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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…

the elegant codes table honest to God cough up my lungs. “1-1.” I stammer ungraciously, leaning forward to

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says matter–of–factly and I whimper.

I hiss, clamping my eyes shut. She really

Domonic, she admits, “So is Hart. And so is little Ryder that you set on the

is thumping as I think of the wolves in the parking lot and the way they dragged Antman away. Did they kill him? Well, of course they did, dub. he gets drugged away by wolves and

I begin, my eyes still closed. Do you think

and I feel her hand squeeze mine, so I open

more than certain it was them. They were protecting you. Because

the

am?” I snap incredulously, “I am nobody! I am a fanciful ex–honger! Why

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 let you

her. “H–he told you a–about

she places her coffee on

awa

did it,

was upset about it?” 1 ask, falling sad.

think. I mean well – he’s just upset that he didn’t ask permission first. He was afraid that

tears. Im not a homewrecker. At

softly. “You’re not. There’s a

1

to ask you is…

“Shifters?!?!?”

RAINIER

woods naked. I’m sore and there is

a little concerned as to what we might have done last night?” Quinn asks and I see for the first time that he too is covered in blood. His wrist is painted in his own and the rest of him in the

him for answers. 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

that is all that matters. “And I don’t feel any pain,

Quinn gripes. “And I must have come across a trap last night or something. Because my wrist is caked

Timmons says. “That’s what happened

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