Her Rogue: Alpha Queen's Rejected Mate
Artemis growled low, claws itching against the edges of my mind.
I clenched my fists, forcing my jaw to relax. My mask, polite, calm, composed, was required. But every fiber of my being, every instinct, screamed to bare teeth, to strike, to protect what I could not yet name but felt, rightfully mine.
The bond pulsed stronger. Hot, urgent, alive. It pressed against my chest, tugging at my mind, whispering his name in a language no words could capture. Artemis growled again, frustrated, eager. The scent, the aura, the pull, it was undeniable.
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