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Chapter 144: Epilogue
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She ran full out. Her heart pumped wildly, and her breath came in harsh pants as adrenaline coursed through her body. The rush gave her muscles the extra oomph needed for a speed boost. She raced as if her life depended on it, her paws landing fleetly on the rocks she'd memorized. It would take only a small misstep to enter a world of pain because the area was peppered with dangerous foxholes, not all of them natural. She ghosted through the woods on paths marked only in the map of her mind, a labyrinth for the uninitiated. She practiced her escape route with single-minded intensity because, one day, her life might depend on it. Hours later, physically exhausted, she returned to her home, which bordered the protected forest that spanned thousands of acres in this lost and godforsaken part of the planet, and shifted back to her human form. She strode, naked and proud, to her rear porch, secure in the knowledge that the only eyes watching her belonged to the simpleminded creatures
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She ran, legs pumping madly, matching her breath coming in short pants. The crackling noise of her passage echoed through the sun-dappled branches, but she dared not slow. The one who chased her left no sound of his passage, but even though he moved as quietly as a wraith, the birds fell silent as they sensed the predator come amongst them. Her meandering flight brought her to a sun-filled clearing. Her chest heaving, she twirled, seeking him in the shadows. But as always, he snuck up on her. Arms, growing solid with brawn, wrapped around her and lifted her from the ground. "Caught you," he whispered in her ear. She squealed. "Nathan! Put me down." "I will for a kiss." She pretended to think about it and squeaked as he squeezed her tight. "All right, all right." She laughed. "You win. One kiss." He turned her in his arms and looked down at her with those beautiful blue eyes. She could see mirth dancing in their depths. It went well with the crooked smile o
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Close, so fucking close. And once again, she'd outsmarted him and his pack. He should have placed more men at the rear of her house. He should have snuck up with them instead of coming to the front, hoping he could accomplish his task with words instead of force. He should have known better. Did she hate him so much still? Is she still so unwilling to forgive? He'd had years to revise his stance, to get into a position of power where he made the rules, and changed them to suit his purpose. The mad dash through the woods had cost him time and men. Even he had been forced to slow his chase because of her cleverness and ruthlessness in setting effective traps. She'd obviously prepared for this day, a fact that didn't hearten him. But it also wouldn't stop him. Baby, when are you going to understand you are mine? He howled as he bounded into a clearing with a heavy stench of blood. The dark fluid soaked the ground, painting it black. The blood and the violence it implied
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Dana awoke. How unfortunate. And, boy, did she fucking hurt. The agony radiated from every part of her body so intensely it made her nauseous. It took her several moments to breathe past the pain. She didn't move-it hurt too much-as she took stock of her situation, or what she could see from her prone position. It could be summed up in one word-bleak. Even in the near dark, she could see her cubicle of a prison: brick walls with crumbling mortar, a silver-inlaid door with a barred window that let in a fragment of light. The scent of death, comprised of sweat, blood, and tears, permeated the air, and she wondered how many others had found themselves in the same prison, gripped in the same despair. The cement floor, cold and unforgiving, didn't make the most comfortable of pillows. But it was still preferable to what she imagined awaited her once they realized she'd regained consciousness. It took her a moment to realize the weight on her body wasn't fatigue and injury-great
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Nathan looked down at Dana's still form and seethed. Her naked flesh was covered in bruises, scratches, and welts. Even more astonishing, her captors had feared her enough to wrap her body in links upon burning links of silver. He dropped to his knees, and ignoring the sizzling pain, he grasped the silver chain and pulled it apart as easily as snapping thread. Her skin was chafed red and blistered where it had touched her, and he boiled with anger. I'm going to kill them slowly and painfully. He'd reserve a painful punishment for the dirty miscreants-those who still lived, that was-who'd dared touch the woman he'd claimed as his when still only a boy. Never mind she'd run from him. Dana was, and always would be, his. His beta appeared in the doorway and whistled as his keen gaze took in her state. "Holy fuck. What kind of sick bastards treat a woman like that?" The kind who need to die twice. Nathan couldn't speak. He couldn't. Anger and grief over her condition choke
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Nathan could see John's interest in Dana. He didn't like it one bit. There was a time long ago, before Dana had left, when he'd imagined John would be one of the men he'd share his future mate with as per pack law. But, now, having her back again, Nathan found himself less than keen with that idea, a fact that he'd share with Dana if she ever gave him a chance to say his piece. Jealousy or not, though, he couldn't deny Dana needed the attention of a doctor. While her Lycan blood would heal her, broken bones still needed to be set straight, and while rare, there was still a chance of infection. Nathan pulled back the blanket, exposing her upper chest and breasts that were more defined than he remembered. The cooler air of the cabin made them pucker, and his mouth dried up, even as lust shot through him, hardening his cock. A quick glance up caught John staring with his mouth open, his eyes glazed. "Get on with it," Nathan growled. John didn't reply, just went to
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Dana knew she was caught in a dream, a recurring one, but she couldn't wake herself, and she was forced to watch and relive the pain of the most defining moment of her life. "Marry me. Be my mate." Nathan dropped to a knee and gazed up at her with shining blue eyes. It awed her that this hunk, strongest of all the boys, wanted her. She tousled his dark hair, unable to resist its thick waves. "Are you insane? I just graduated from high school and haven't even started college yet." She protested, but with a smile. Who could resist the romance of the moment, and who could resist Nathan? She'd loved him it seemed like forever. "So what? You can still take classes as my wife. Why wait? You know we're meant to be together. To become mates for life." His use of the word "mates" reminded her of one uncomfortable fact. "But I can't shift into a wolf like you, which means it won't be a true mating bond." Not to mention they couldn't have children because, like a human, do
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