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Chapter Eighty-Four: A Dangerous Fascination

Autor: Lyanna Rose
last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-06-26 01:02:49

The fire had burned low by the time Cole approached Natasha again.

Three days she'd been his captive, and still she hadn't broken.

Not really.

Oh, she'd screamed when the lieutenant's knife had carved thin lines across her ribs, and she'd gasped when they'd wrenched her wounded shoulder during the march. But her eyes, those green eyes that reminded him painfully of forest canopies in spring, remained hard and calculating.

She was playing him.

He knew it.

And somehow, that made her more fascinat
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  • Fated to the Shadow Alpha   Chapter Eighty-Four: A Dangerous Fascination

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    The fever broke sometime before dawn, leaving Natasha shivering and weak against the frozen ground. She lay still, forcing her breathing to remain shallow and uneven, letting her body slump against the ropes that bound her wrists. Every few minutes, she let a soft whimper escape her lips, just enough to sell the performance without appearing theatrical.Across the clearing, the lieutenant watched.Natasha could feel those predatory eyes on her, tracking every twitch and tremor with the focus of a wolf scenting blood. The thin-faced woman had taken position near the fire hours ago, her ruined voice occasionally breaking the silence with sharp commands to the other rogues, but her attention never strayed far from Natasha’s bound form. There was something hungry in that gaze, not the dark fascination Cole wore like a second skin, but something sharper. More dangerous.Jealousy.The realization settled into Natasha’s bones along with the cold. The lieutenant was not just watching her beca

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