The next morning, the biker compound buzzed with noise long before I got there. Engines roared, metal clanged, someone cursed loudly at a wrench that betrayed him, and the usual mix of oil and dust hung in the air. It should have felt familiar. It should have grounded me.Instead, my heart acted like it had forgotten how to behave.I crouched beside Asher’s bike, working on the calibration he had asked for last week. Or demanded. He never really asked. I tried to focus, tightening a bolt that probably did not even need tightening, anything to keep my mind from circling back to him.But then the gates rattled open.Asher walked in.Alpha stride. Broad shoulders. That black jacket he wore like it had chosen him instead of the other way around. Wolves always noticed when the Alpha entered a space. Heads turned. Backs straightened. Even the air changed. It always did with him.I felt it before I saw him.Mate.My wolf rose fast, sharp and eager, pushing against my ribs as if she wanted to
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