Torn Bond: The Alpha's Late Regret

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eathing echoed through the thick oak door, cutting th

mbling hands clutching the silver tray ho

, agonized growl-raw, desperate, and laden with the un

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quarters during his fever. The Moon Goddess had woven our souls together with the sacred thread of the mate-bond, granting my scent the natural power to soothe his inne

bloodline. He saw my ruined leg as an insult to his strength, and his stubborn

ng peak. The low growl broke into a ragged shudder-a desperat

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llied pack who had left him years ago. He had sworn she was jus

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imal instincts stripped away all his def

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liquid splashed across my bare ankles, soaking the hem of my long dress, but the bu

before he opened the door and

nerves buckled beneath my weight, sending me crashing against the walnut co

or was violent

pants resting low on his lean hips, his broad chest and corded stomach slick with a fine sheen of sweat from the fever. His dark ha

ss on the floor, his brow pulle

rough from the strain of his isola

," I whispered, the word

ghting to push myself up. But the marble was slick, and my ruined leg had no strength. I slipp

him and a silver-laced trap, letting the poison chew through my nerves to keep him alive. The mate-bond revealed itself shortly after, but that sacred connection quickly curdle

an arm with that practiced, guarded courtesy he always us

undary between our bodies. And as his eyes flicked down to my trembli

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always hid whenever he looked at

g his wrist away with the last ounce of

or a second before he let it dr

re arms as his jaw clenched with irritation. "If your leg is acting up

emple, opening the mind-link: Martha. Third floor. Th

nto the textured wallpaper as I forced all my weight ont

ox sitting on the table just inside his room. "Happy anniversary. I h

laugh caught

e had handed me that exact same box containing the exact same style of enchanted moonston

y to quiet his conscience, while another woman'

," I said, my voi

he velvet box, and closed

r support, I dragged my scarred leg dow

door clicked shut wit

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