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Chapter 7: The Devil’s Bargain

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Alpha King Lucien Storm didn’t answer with words. His grip on my waist tightened, his large, scarred palm burning fiercely hot through the thin midnight silk of my gown. Before I could even draw a clean breath, his arm anchored against my spine and he dragged me directly into the center of the polished obsidian floor.

The orchestra’s waltz swelled, the violins crying out a haunting, predatory melody, but the grand room around us went entirely dead silent.

The ten-foot dead zone that had natural
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