Rewired Soul, Broken Alpha Heart

Covered in mud and blood, raw from the river, I was a monster, a

er with an umbrella, his arm a casua

, thinking it a cold snap. Frankie turne

as June and Frankie drove away, taking

l, making her immune to our mate bond. She saw an ordinary stranger. Her

very property within five miles. Suffocate them with cash," I commanded. Tomor

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wounds the river rocks had left behind. The sound of the rushing water from that day still echoed in my ears. Every drop of rain felt like the river trying to dr

d onto the slender figure standing under the awn

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ushed the heavy wooden door of the shop open and stepped outside, holding a ring of tarnished brass keys. She looked peaceful

ight foot moved forward on its own, splashing into a deep puddle. The Alpha inside

get this location. I was a monster. I was a ghost crawling out of the river. The absolute absolute need for control I

ed from the side, perfectly s

m her hands, smoothly turning to lock the shop door for her. He stood close. Too close. He was building a

l ripped through my chest, vibrating against my ribs. My fangs

ouching

y Alpha aura, a suffocating wave of pure, lethal dominance. It shot across the street, cutting through the

out terrified whimpers and scrambled ove

ld my breath, my eyes wide, waiting for her to tremble. W

d. Her brows drew toge

n my chest. *She feels it. The

dy. She didn't look around in terror. She didn't fall to her knees. She turned to the man in the trench coat and muttered

expensive cashmere scarf from his own n

to my palms that they pierced the flesh. The physical pain was nothing compared to the absolute agon

n light. I pushed my aura to its absolute limit. The streetligh

nose. The physical laws of the world protected her now. My m

ulders to pull her fully under the umbrella. It was a clear cla

through the heavy rain, bypassing the shadows, and locked directly on

uth twitched upward in a m

anity. My pride screamed. I lunged forward,

second-in-command, wrapped his arms around my wais

o Marcus's chest. The sickening crunch

't let go. He clung to me, his voice a desperate h

ing into a completely ordinary, secondhand sedan. The physical barrier of t

rainy night, taking the only light

olden glow in my eyes died out, leaving nothing but dead,

an with the umbrella