Torn Bond: The Alpha's Late Regret

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kin against skin drifted through the heavy oak door, sli

hand still holding the silver

and guttural groans grew harsher, wil

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five years, he had never once touched me. Never consummated the bond. Every time his Heat flared up and his inner wo

l thread. He was starving for release right now, and his fated mate stood just inches away on the o

uld rather us

He believed my ruined leg had destroyed his glory, and his arrogant wolf chose to fight

ak. Then came a strangled, breathless shudder-a

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the last fragile

udy in the human realm years ago, shattering his pride and driving him to reckless binges.

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lipped from my

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calding liquid splashed over my bare ankles, soaking the hem of my dres

et away before he saw the s

arred muscles buckled under my weight. I slipped on the wet floor, smashing hard again

door was r

e only a pair of dark sweatpants hanging low on his hips, his muscular chest and flat stomach glistenin

wled in the mess on the floor, his

py, rough from the sounds he'd made just

bring you tea,

rying to scramble up. But the floor was slick, and my damaged leg had no strength. I

ed trap. The silver ate into my flesh, crippling my leg forever. The Moon Goddess had revealed our mate-bond shortly after, but that sacred connection had curdled into a curse of suffocating guilt.

fering an arm with that practiced, smooth courtesy he

self back. And as his eyes flicked down to my trembling, twisted

disg

whenever he looked at the ugly s

his hand away with the last scrap of d

second before he pulled it back, his

g his arms over his bare chest. "If your leg is that weak tonig

s temple, opening the mind-link: Martha. Third floor.

knuckling the wallpaper as I forced all my w

itting on the console inside his room. "Happy anniversary. I had

laugh almost to

ded me that exact same box containing the exact same style of enchanted moonstone necklace

e his guilty conscience, while another woman's name

I said softly, the w

the console, clutching the cold velvet tightly

e the wind, I limped down the endless corridor toward my empty roo

atience. Five y

it was fi