When I was seven, I was abducted by a Rogue leader. Back then, another pup was caught too.Without a second thought, he threw himself in front of me, using his own body as a shield. I could feel the wild, savage energy radiating off him, like a starving beast ready to tear anything apart to keep me safe.Back then, I didn't know who he was. He hid me inside a rusty, abandoned barrel, then went off alone to lure the Rogues away. Later, it was Quin who found me. His arrival pulled me from the edge of danger, and I was overwhelmed with gratitude. But that gratitude slowly twisted into something deeper—something like love.When I looked back now, Quin wasn't really the one who saved me. He just happened to open the lid of that barrel.Heath caught my gaze with a cold smirk, and his voice was low and steady. "You said you'd be grateful to me forever. And what happened? After you healed, you never came looking for me."There was no anger in his tone, just a quiet reproach that gnawed
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