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... against his temple. His heart pounded so hard he thought it might burst, his breath caught in his throat. The apple he’d grabbed from the fridge rolled across the floor, forgotten. A deep voice growled again,
"Who the hell are you? Speak, or I shoot."
Elias’s body shook, his mind racing. One wrong word, and he was dead. A sharp, smoky scent... cedar and gunpowder... hit him like a wave, making his knees buckle. It was an alpha’s pheromones, stronger than anything he’d ever felt. ...
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