POV: FreyaThe silence that followed my desperate plea was deafening, cut only by the heavy drumming of the rain against the ground.The stranger didn't move. His iron grip remained clamped around my waist, keeping me pressed against his massive frame. Up close, his dark alpha scent was overwhelming, pure, unadulterated dominance laced with the sharp crispness of winter rain. It flooded my senses, momentarily clearing the thick, suffocating fog of the whiskey.His eyes narrowed, scanning my face."You're drunk," he said. His voice was a low, gravelly baritone that vibrated right through my chest. "And you’re bleeding, little wolf."I looked down vaguely. A shard of glass from the shattered whiskey bottle must have nicked my ankle when it broke. A thin line of crimson blood was smearing against my heel. I didn't care. The pain in my heart was a thousand times worse."I don't care," I choked out, my fingers tightening further on his collar as the alcohol surged back through my veins. "J
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