ONE NIGHT CLAIM
“You’re unmated. You’re omega. You’re useful. Go.”
So I stood pressed against a cedar tree, averting my eyes from dominant wolves. My wolf whimpered, all that sound, all those eyes, all that pressure. Then a wrenching pull grabbed my chest. I gasped, my wolf shifting, her whine soft, but urgent. I looked to where she was looking beyond the bonfire. The dark-haired Alpha host, Ronan Blackwood, stood back, resting against a matte-black SUV, letting the moonlight kiss his dark hair, his gray eyes burning into mine.
My pulse quickened. His tailored jacket fit on broad shoulders, his sharp jaw screaming command. I clawed at my wolf, needing him, pulled to him with an urgency I couldn’t articulate
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