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mind. Before I could take a step, heavy boots scuffed against the seamless vinyl floor. Two

he official medical sla

Later, I would understand why: Damien had signed the consent form in a haze of guilt and possessiveness, but now, he must have realized the medical slate now contained a narrative that could be weaponized by his

te. The Warrior's eyes flashed gold, and he exten

dess," I said, my voice echoing like cracking ice in t

sical blow. Both Warriors froze, their wolves h

oug

is men, his face a mask of pure, unadulterated fury. He didn't waste time arguing with a *wolfless* Omega. His

It. To

force me to my knees, but the psychic pressure felt like a vice tightening around my skull. I held out for three agon

heckbook, and scribbled furiously. He slapped the paper onto

e sneered, his voice

the cart, landing face

on a gurney. Through the cluster of medical staff, her eyes found mine. On her pale, tear-stained fac

d her hair gently, a low, guttural growl vibrating from his chest. His inner wolf, Tyrant,

Omega apprentice, standing near the nurses' station. She was staring afte

pled it into a tight ball. I walked over t

murmured, keeping my tone st

ng out of her daze.

orpus luteum, but... not from a wolf." I let the silence stretch until Leah's eyes widened in horror. "It's *Th

ack's Mind-Link, the humiliating rumor of the Alpha losing his power and fertility woul

he scandalous secret, I walke

led check into the slot, listening to the satisfying, violent scre

coat. Pushing through the trauma center's exit, the biting winter air hi

to head back to the penthouse, open th