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Her scent drew him like a beacon of hope. Forbidden fruit—if her father even had an inkling of his feelings for the chieftain’s daughter, he’d have him hunted down, killed, and his pelt hung on his wall.
Not that his wolf was listening to the sensible, rational part of him. The animal never did. From the first moment he’d scented Shonia at the tribal meeting ten years ago now, he’d been driven with the need to mark her as his.
She’d been crying behind the chieftain’s tent, just like she was now. The sound of her tears, the depths of her despair had laid a path of acid across his heart and soul, because he hadn’t been able to take her away then. She’d been too young… and promised to another. Sold for the sake of peace like a sack of grains.
Grinding his teeth, and bowing to the wishes of his pack, he’d left.
Now, however, nothing and no one would stop him from claiming what was his.
Jumping in through the open window, he climbed next to her, his volatile animal instantly calmed by the way she trustingly curled into his side.
Treaties and rules, be fucked.
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