His Captive Bride is His Cure

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nd drying lavender, a comforting perfume that usually settled my soul. B

himmered under the shop's dim lights, beautiful but treacherous. Just as I pinched the stem, the front d

, my finge

y skin, dark against the glowing petals. Almost instantly, a cold numbness shot up my arm, heavy and s

helf, but the door was thrown open

felt like gravity had doubled. He was massive, clad in a bespoke black suit that strai

e, Fiona?" His voice was a low

I gripped the counter, trying to stay uprigh

nvading my personal space with terrifying speed. He grabbed my arm to

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a frantic rhythm against my ribs, and a scent hit me-ozone, dark chocolate, and the wild freshness of a th

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man was a

ored the electricity arcing between us, or perhaps his fury was so

away, but my body was turni

ooped me up effortlessly, tossing me

lley, I saw them-dozens of warriors in tactical gear, standing like statues beside a li

st ruthless Pack

a leather-clad SUV. The door

s a blur of bure

cooperative. The clerk, a trembling human man who couldn'

the Alpha

he paper. Mar

tears stinging my eyes

of unwanted shivers down my spine. "Sign the damn paper, Fiona, or I

ight of his Alpha Command, my han

ncing at the signature, and threw i

the sacred claim. I was married. I had betrayed Burke,

g. The paralysis was finally fading, replaced

. The platinum band was cold, heavy, and crowned with a

bbing my bruised wrist. "I told you, I

armth. "And you are the woman who ran away on our bondi

Kaelen Blackwell. T

," I stammered. "You have the wr

oat. He didn't squeeze, but the threat was palpable. H

tle stunt," he hissed. "You will return with me. You will play the

don't?" I

oftly, terrifyingly calm. "And then I will find this 'Scarlett' identity you've

into the leather seat as th

if Fiona was my twin... then my entire life had been a lie. But right now, tr

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