To Breed a Beast BOOK 2
Lucien responds, a private, amused smile touching his lips as his massive hands expertly guide his customized metal wheelchair across the marble floorboards and into the darkness of the master study.
He locks the heavy door behind his frame, keeping his lips completely sealed because the current cycle is highly volatile, and his beast desires to shield my fragile station from the bloody violence of his mafia world. Watching the oak door close, a deep sense of hollow despair rather than explosive sadness settles into my chest. Taking a sharp, ragged breath, I pat my cold cheeks with my palms, trying to force reassurance into my inner beast. "The situation is perfectly manageable. As long as m
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