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for Chloe Lynn burn
iles Benedict, had my dog-my comp
to Miles five times, savoring his unhing
ought Chloe
nd, her voice ice-cold. "You're nothing but the Lynn
ght, I v
up at a gala in my father'
ss my shirt. "Well, look who it i
er his head. "Five years, and you still haven't
scream
arking at me. "Who the hell are you?
at me. "He's the chosen mate of the Lynn Business she-
s Chloe's heart. Everyone knows she's crazy for her mate. If Miles so much as b
s soft and let you slide. Don't think I'm scared of you now! You're just a dog Chloe kept in
e'd raised him well. The wolf who used to stammer "Mr. Dawn" in my prese
I'm no
ive ye
t n
lass on the floor, bent down, and picked up a jagged
ou too much credit. What's that?" I eyed his gut, dragging the shard from his face down
ne could react, I raised the shard
cream piercing my ears, followed by Mile
nd and stabbed him over and over, he'd worn that
. A familiar, long-lost
haven't learned your plac
own or submit. The fire in my blood roared. I gripped the shard tighter, feeling it bite into m
her arm. Blood spraye

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