Alpha’s Forbidden Mate
The war’s last gasp was louder than expected, and messier—like all endings, maybe, but Xander and Carolina had expected something cleaner, a finality punctuated with banners and a city-wide kiss. Instead, there was only the collapse: barricades overrun, the sour tang of plasma and melted glass, bluebell smoke like a fog over everything. Xander’s knife was lost in the scrum; he came out with both hands raw and an eyebrow swelling purple, but his grin staggered from side to side, undiluted.
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