Mira’s POVThe moment my fingers touched his, a current surged through me—raw, electric, undeniable. Nicholas pulled me inside, the door clicking shut behind us with finality. His quarters smelled of leather, pine, and something darker—that primal musk I had come to associate with him alone.I stood trembling in the center of his room, the full moon casting silver light through the wide windows. His chest was bare, scarred from battles I could only imagine, muscles tensed and ready. A thin line of dark hair trailed from his navel down into the waistband of his low-slung pants."You came," he said, his voice low and thick with satisfaction.My throat was dry. "I shouldn't be here.""No," he agreed, stepping closer. "You shouldn't." His hand reached out, fingers brushing the curve of my jaw. "But you are. Because you want this. You want me."I should deny it. Every rational part of me screamed to run, to preserve whatever dignity I had left as a pack nobody. But my body betrayed me—my n
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