The morning light shined through the half-closed blinds, slicing right into my skull. I groaned, rolling over on what felt like the world's most expensive sheets. It was soft, cool, and definitely not mine. My mouth tasted like I'd licked an ashtray, and every heartbeat sent fresh waves of nausea rolling through me. Whiskey. Way too much whiskey.I opened one eye. The room was unfamiliar but luxurious: dark wood, sleek furniture, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking a city skyline I vaguely recognized as downtown. Then the memories crashed in like a freight train.The club, Clara's grin, the twins…their hands, their mouths, their teeth.My fingers flew to my neck. Two tender, swollen spot…one on each side…throbbed under my touch. They were bite marks, it was deep, deliberate, unmistakable. My wolf stirred lazily inside me, smug and sated, purring like she'd finally gotten what she wanted."Oh God," I whispered, sitting up too fast. I clamped a hand over my mouth, bile rising, and bare
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