Nicole's POVThe heat of Tate’s kiss still burned on my lips, my heart hammering like a trapped bird inside my ribs. For years, he had been a ghost haunting my memories, a cruel Alpha who had broken my spirit in the dark halls of the South River pack mansion. But standing on the cold stone steps outside the grand hall, the raw, desperate need in his touch had shaken me to my core.I gently pushed against his chest, stepping back just enough to draw a ragged breath as my cheeks flared hot."Tate," I whispered, glancing nervously around the open courtyard. "People are everywhere. The entire board is inside."Tate’s dark eyes were intense, searching my face as if trying to memorize every line, every curve he had lost for years. He didn't pull away completely; his hand lingered at the small of my back, his thumb rubbing a slow, grounding circle against my wool coat."Let them look," he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. "I don't care about the board, Nicole. I care about you.""
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