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on cot in the back room of the garage, my ba

he gravel outside the shop, moving fast and l

my sleeping quarters blew inward with a deafening bang. Cold desert a

silhouette blocking the yellow shop light an

my right hand under the flat pillow to grip a heavy

slammed the splintered door shut wit

d-red light burned around his pupils. My stomach dropped. It was The Heat-the brutal mating fever that hijacks

hind the clubhouse and sweated it out alone with wolfsbane on his ton

nd no wolfsbane-only my voice on the r

ing moon, the President of the Iron Fan

er the cot, his voice a low, gravelly vibration. "You

ch under the pillow and forcing my eyes to stay locked o

rge left hand clamping around both of my wrists like a steel sh

I twisted my hips and pulled against his grip, but fighting a pure-blooded Alpha i

rning chest pressing through my thin cotton shi

" he growled, burying his face into the curve

on earth that could cool the fever in his blood. His dry, fever-hot lips brushed my earlobe, sen

eck, that paper out on your bench turns

k gland locks two souls together until death. Colt parted his lips, his sharp Alpha

very ounce of strength left in my body, I bent my injured

per body jerking back half an inch

and swung my open palm with

in echoed off the cinderblock wall

me. The crimson ring in his eyes blazed brighter, his jaw flexing as a terr

?" he whispered darkly, loweri

my skin, a frantic fist pou

ind my heart medicine..." Jetta's frail, tre

f her voice, the wild fever in his eyes flickered, his

uised wrists pinned to the iron bars, then

t heaving as he wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb

ode out into the yard, leaving me gasping for air on

tly shut, leaving a two-inch gap. Sitting on the edge of th

too cold for you," Colt said, his voice still rough and u

tta murmured softly. Through the crack in the door, I saw her lean

sharp pull in my bandaged calf, I stood up,

taring straight at her pale face. "Scared your lies might slip out in the dar