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ood mingled with the damp earth, a siren call to any predator in these woods. My dress was in tatters, my bod

ngeance burned bri

nd. Her voice was weak, a flickering

tting through the dense woods, shimmering faintly under the moonlight. A

the empty highway, my legs threatening to buckle. I stoo

teadily into the powerful roar of an engine. Two beams o

he road, raising a trembling hand. The vehicle was a beast-a

rough the night as the SUV swerved,

f power against the stark headlights. The Alpha aura that rolled off him was a physical wave, a

hey locked on me, were the color of piercing amber-gold, seeming to glow with an inner light. H

manded, his voice a low, rumbling b

k scent, was a threat. A feral outcast. I tried to speak, to beg for h

awe in her weak voice. *But he smells of.

a strange, illogical sense of safety washed over me. I took a staggering step t

ecting to meet the har

a steel band wrapped around my w

le crackle of Sparks, shot through me. I felt it, and I knew h

l. His gaze flickered, and his nostrils flared as he took in my scent more deeply-not just the blood, but the underlying fragrance o

got out. "Alpha King," he said, his voice t

ha K

hadn't been seen in these territories for generations. My broken mind reeled, trying to reconcile the terrifying, half-dead rogue in the road with the impossible figure from folklore. I

lision of my darkest hour with a literal living legend

she-wolf in his arms. The suspicion in his amber-gold eye

, he scooped me up as if I weighed nothing and

s man, his voice now devoid of its earl

the first time in what felt like a lifeti