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... illed into the space between them like smoke through a closed room. Not a tease. Not a mistake.
It hit like rot wrapped in sugar.
Lucas didn’t breathe it in.
His lungs refused.
His mind didn’t go blank, but it tried—his body remembered before his thoughts did. That scent. That tactic. The way it choked the air and forced obedience from alphas too weak to fight fairly and too proud to earn consent. The kind of scent that clung to bruises and silk sheets, that slick ...
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