His Straight Pet
He taps the altar, runes flaring, pulling harder at my blood, pain ripping through me like a knife.
My heart pounds, the bond stuttering, Jude’s heartbeat fading. Another vision—the woman in white, her hand on my chest, whispering awaken, light sparking in my veins. I gasp, chest burning, something shifting, like I’m more than human. “You’re wrong,” I say, voice wobbly but loud, yanking the chains again. “Jude’s not flawed. He’s mine.” I see his kiss, hungry, his fangs grazing my lips, his shadows holding me close, and it keeps me fighting.
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