Alpha’s Forbidden Mate
“Because you keep it steady. And you never gloat.”
Carolina considered this, then flicked her a half-hearted salute. “I’m saving it up.”
Night swelled quickly, shedding the usual half-measures. The city felt like it was holding its breath, the old tides struggling against new, raw currents.
They met Ember in an old cold-room behind a cannery, redolent of rust and fish bones. She was smaller than Carolina expected, her face crowded with the delicate geometry of someone who had never, for a moment, been a child.
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