Blood And Desire
Blood sprayed in a bright, hot arc across the table.
The girl made one last wet, gurgling sound—half sob, half plea that filled the sudden silence like a broken bellows. Blood poured from the ragged gash across her throat in thick, pulsing waves, first splashing across the black oak table, then running into the his cup. Several Alphas gasped audibly; one chair scraped backward as someone instinctively recoiled. Others remained frozen, eyes wide, hands hovering near weapons they knew they would never draw.
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