VALERIA.“Mate.” The word tore from my throat, a ragged, breathless whisper that felt like it had been violently extracted from my soul.“I am kneeling in the mud,” I thought, my mind spinning in a chaotic, intoxicating blur. “I am kneeling in the blood of men who just tried to kill me, and I cannot bring myself to care.”The heavy, suffocating scent of rain, crushed pine needles, and his dominant Alpha pheromones completely short-circuited my calculating brain.The moonlight sliced through the broken canopy above, casting sharp, chiaroscuro shadows across his towering, blood-soaked chest. He was a monster forged in violence, a god of death standing over a graveyard of rogues.But as he dropped to his knees in the mud in front of me, he didn't look like a monster. He looked at me with a desperate, trembling reverence.“You’re safe,” he choked out, his voice a gravelly, vibrating rumble that sent shockwaves straight down my spine. His massive, calloused hands reached for my face, hover
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