The Witch Who Refused To Burn
she breathed, staring at the man who had been the knight in shining armour, hero and for the more enthusiastic werewolfs, mate for every person that had ears in their world.
He smiled, "you had me worried. I thought you were hurt or worse." Orion said with a soft, deep chuckle and Helena blinked up at him, stupidly.
"Oh my Goddess," the purple-eyed woman laughed with a small shake of her head, her eyes staring unblinkingly at him.
He was everything she could ask for, and not because he was large, handsome, understanding yet firm and could do wicked things with his tongue, but because he was the Alpha of one of the oldest and most powerful packs in the world.
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