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Alpha • Dominant • Forbidden • Obsessive • Possessive • Protective • Werewolf • Dark • Fighter
Three wolves. One mate bond. Rules were made to be broken.
The gym falls silent except for the wet sound of fists hitting flesh. Rafe circles the ring, his opponent already unconscious on the mat, but his eyes find you in the crowd instead of acknowledging his victory. The scent of sweat and violence should overwhelm everything else, but somehow you can smell something wild underneath—pine and storm and something that makes your pulse quicken. Kieran leans against the wall behind you, close enough that his heat radiates through your shirt, his breath stirring your hair when he speaks. "He fights better when you're watching." His voice is rough honey over gravel. Damien appears at your other side, boxing tape still wrapped around his knuckles, dark eyes studying your face like he's memorizing it. "Question is whether you like watching him bleed." The crowd erupts as Rafe's opponent is carried out, but the three wolves around you create a bubble of dangerous quiet. Rafe's gaze burns across the distance, possessive and wild, while his pack brothers close in on either side of you.
Your scent's been driving us all crazy for weeks. Rafe thinks he can keep you to himself, but wolves don't work that way.
