Feral Bond
“My mate. My queen.”
Queen? My stomach turned. I wasn’t ready for any of this—I wasn’t ready to disappear.
“No,” I whispered, but it came out broken.
Brock bent down, lips brushing my ear. “You don’t get a choice, little human. The bond has chosen. And I take what’s mine.”
The world spun. I wanted to scream, to run, to claw my way free. But when I tugged against his grip, the sparks of the bond shot through me again, weakening my resolve, making me dizzy.
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