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The room felt like it was shrinking, the walls closing in on the three of us. Raguel moved toward me and my body reacted before my mind did.I stiffened.He stopped just close enough.Then, without asking, he shrugged off his jacket and draped it over my trembling shoulders. It was warm, carrying that same intoxicating scent of cardamom and sandalwood that had haunted my every waking thought since the night of the trade.“I told you I was coming back for you,” Raguel said. “I have come to take you away from this place.”The warmth of the jacket should have been a comfort, but instead, it felt like another set of chains. A sudden clarity washed over me.This was another man who thought he could order me around.“No.”The word came out sharper than I expected.“Get out,” I muttered. My voice grew stronger as I looked him in the eye. “I’m not going anywhere with you. Get out of my house. I want nothing to do with you, and certainly not your money. Whatever this is, whatever you think thi

A month ago, my biggest concern was whether the roast I’d prepared for Aaron’s dinner was seasoned well enough to earn a smile. I was a housewife, a shadow, a woman who measured her worth by the silence of her husband’s disapproval. Now, my entire existence was packed into a single suitcase in the trunk of a black sedan, and I was trailing a man who wasn’t even human.I stared out the window, watching the city blur past, feeling like I had been dragged into someone else’s life.The silence in the car had stretched too long and I couldn’t take it anymore.“How long?” I asked suddenly.Raguel didn’t turn his head. “How long for what, Lyra?”“How long have you been…this?” I couldn’t even say the word without feeling like I was insane. “How long have you been a werewolf?”He answered without hesitation.“I’ve always been one.”I blinked.“That doesn’t make sense. I don’t understand how that’s possible,” I said, turning to face him, searching for any sign of a joke. “Biologically. Scientif

RAGUELThe hot water cascading over my shoulders was scalding, yet it did nothing to quiet the blood pulsing in my veins. My body had been working overtime since the moment Lyra Quinn walked through my doors with that pathetic excuse for a man weeks ago.Nothing in me had settled since then.I braced my hand against the tiled wall, lowering my head as the water ran down my face.This wasn’t normal. Not for me. I had known women, seen them and even been offered more than most men ever would.None of them had ever made me feel like this.Like I was one breath away from losing control.It had been a torture of my own making. I had sat through that first dinner with a pulsing, heavy ache in my dick, forced to watch her adjust her dress and look at Aaron with eyes that begged for a validation he was too stupid to give. The scent of her arousal had hit me like a physical blow—sweet, primal, and overwhelmingly mine.Later that night, when she was in the shower, I had heard her. The sloppy fr

Lyra My lungs burned in agony with every attempt I made to breathe. I could feel my strength slipping and even the thrashing of my limbs had grown sluggish as my life began to fade away. Then, my senses awakened and I could smell the tanginess of fear, the musky scent of sweat, and beneath it all, an overpowering smell of something predatory that filled the room. The scent was something I’d come to associate with Raguel. He was either in the room or on his way. Before I could process the sensory overload, a tremendous force slammed into the room. The pressure of the pillow on my face vanished as my main assailant was ripped away from me. I gasped, dragging in a short breath, at the same time that the room descended into chaos. Even with the pillow still on my face, my heightened hearing caught every horrific detail. There was a sound like limbs and bones being crushed. Guttural growls echoed in the space, each one sounding more beast-like than the previous one. I heard a loud cry

Lyra My body jerked upright before my eyes were even fully open as the memories of the previous night flooded back in a rush, my breathing coming too fast as I took in my surroundings. This wasn’t the room where I had been attacked. The bed was massive with dark blue sheets, and the air carried a faint, distinct scent of sandalwood, cardamom. Definitely Raguel’s bedroom. Warmth filled the pit of my belly at the realization that he’d moved me here instead of leaving me alone where I had been attacked. And as quickly as the thought had come, I dismissed it. I wasn’t supposed to be having warm feelings about a man who was a literal beast. I got up from the bed a little too quickly, ignoring the slight dizziness that followed. I was wearing an oversized button-down shirt someone had changed me into while I was unconscious. Following the faint sound of clinking cutlery and the smell of food, I made my way downstairs. At the bottom of the stairs, I had a clear view of the sunlit dining