The Alpha’s human mate
He was shirtless, his chest heaving, and his skin was flushed with the heat of his shift.
He looked like death incarnate.
"Get off her," Blake said. His voice was a distorted rumble, layered with the sound of his wolf.
Tristan scrambled up, hauling me with him. He spun me around, pressing a silver dagger against my throat. I hadn't even seen him pull it out. The cold metal bit into the soft skin under my chin.
"Stay back!" Tristan yelled, his voice shaking. "I'll kill her, Blake! I swear to the Goddess, I'll bleed your precious mate dry right here on the rug!"
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