Alpha’s Forbidden Mate
Neither would admit it, but Xander liked the kid from upstate who stuttered and liked engines, and Carolina doted—reluctantly, with threats and stolen candy—on the embittered orgulite who refused to take off her exosuit even indoors.
There was a night, soon after snowmelt, where Carolina picked a lock on a backdoor just to see if she could, and they ended up high in the bell tower of an abandoned college, looking out over the lights. "There," she said, pointing. "That's where the real rebels camp out." Below them, the river pulsed with cold, and a single pack of geese skated its surface in the orange glow of the refinery.
"You ever think about taking one of those boats and just going?" he as
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