Mated To My Stepfather , Pregnant With His Baby
He bared a row of yellow, jagged fangs, letting out a wet, rattling growl that made the leaves on the bushes tremble.
“Flesh…” a fractured, telepathic whisper scraped against my mind, a distorted byproduct of the rogue's fractured sanity. “Sweet… young… wolf…”
My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. My wolf scrambled to the surface, begging me to shift, but my body felt incredibly heavy, exhausted from the physical run and the emotional trauma of the mate-bond betrayal. If I shifted now, in this weakened state, I wouldn't have the stamina to fight off three massive, crazed predators.
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