Roselyn Pete's hands are on me again.We're in the garden behind the pack house, supposedly discussing flower arrangements for the ceremony. But his fingers keep finding excuses to touch, sliding down my arm, tracing patterns on my lower back, pulling me closer under the pretense of showing me something in the distance."What do you think of white roses?" he asks, his breath warm against my neck. "Or would you prefer something more exotic?""White roses are fine," I say, trying to step away. His arm tightens around my waist."You're so tense lately." His lips brush my ear, making my skin crawl despite the mate bond's insistent pull. "The ceremony is only two weeks away. You should be excited."Excited. The word tastes like poison. Two weeks until I'm marked, bound, his forever. Two weeks until there's no escape from this beautiful cage he's building around me."I'm just tired," I lie, the same excuse I've used a dozen times.Pete turns me to face him, hands cupping my face with what
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