The Bridge To The Alpha’s Human Mate
Was that Blake?
I froze because my brain refused to take in what my eyes were telling me. For a sliver of a second the world narrowed to a single, impossible image; Blake, in the doorway, shawl half off, hair wild, eyes wide with terror, small boots already smudged with dust. She shouldn’t be here. She had promised me she would when I had ordered her to stay inside the room upstairs, but here she was.
Ryder saw her too. His grin widened into something almost animal. “Well, well,” he taunted, voice silk over steel. “Alpha’s little Luna playing hero?”
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