"You’re late, Avery."The voice sliced through the thunder rattling the Montgomery Estate. Hudson stood by the hearth, the dying fire catching the amber gold in his eyes. He didn't turn. He didn't have to. His scent—rain, cedar, and the suffocating pressure of a dominant Alpha—pinned Avery against the oak door.Avery’s fingers curled into her palms. She couldn't answer. The scars across her throat, a "gift" from the fever that had burned away her wolf and her voice at age seven, kept her a prisoner of silence."The Council is circling," Hudson growled, finally turning. He stripped off his soaked leather jacket, his movements predatory. "They want an heir. They want to know why my 'Mate-Bond' yielded a broken female who can't even howl to the moon."He crossed the room in two strides, his hand tilting her head back. For a second, the cold mask slipped. Avery saw it—a flash of the boy who had once promised to be her voice before the world broke them both. But then the mask hardened."Op
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