Title: Wrong Bed, Right Alpha: His Wolfless Bride

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.. slow

did

cool sheets until my spine met a chest that was hard and burning hot.

ver growled

felt like it was on fire. I'd been so thirsty. So hot. Then there had been a dark room

I whisper

ehind me w

eeth grazed the side of my throat, right over m

er is a voice against m

ame, swe

t my face

ips ached. Places I didn't have names for ached. My mouth tasted like stale champagn

felt

eavy. Warm. Thick with musc

ere slim. Tyle

head very,

pillow next to mine

h a blade. Lashes too long to be fair on a man. Even unconscious, his face had a cold, closed-

ped br

ng so hard I was sure t

ing glass after glass into my hand, his friends chanting my name every time I tried to put one down. T

pressed in

way that ke

do

yself, and my face

ts. The insides of my wrists, where someone had pinned them. A dar

er. In four years, I'd

been with

ab the nightstand to keep from going down. Something rolled off the edge. A silver cufflink. I caught it before

ff the lamp, one hook torn clean off. My underwear was on the floor, tr

free and n

d my heels, and ran for the door barefoot. With my ha

'd been lying. The sheet had slipped low on his hips, and

done

enough to taste bl

me. I turned, and my stomac

rs gleamed

8

k I'd read an eight as a three. But

t to figure

ed forward over my throat, my heels dangling from two fingers. When the doors opened

sidewalk before

le

ed calls. Twel

d been upstairs in a stranger's bed. I didn't deserve him. I'd ha

answer. "T

he hell

eved. Furious, and something else undernea

ee you. There's something I have to tell

"I told you 3306, Nora. Three. Three. Three. Mr. Chase sat in

ped wa

the sidewalk. A cab honked.

repeated slow

e on t

ound like mine anymore. "Why was your