The Wolf King
That other side of him that he
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tried to keep in check wasn’t about to be leashed behind the facade he showed the
world outside the walls of Reservation and Homeland. He was a Species male at that
moment, one with feelings for a woman he knew he couldn’t have and it tore him up
inside.
She huddled in the middle of the bed, appearing smaller than normal, pale, her
bright red hair spilling down her chest, hiding her breasts. She looked like a nymph—so
innocent, completely the image of a female who never should be at his mercy in a