Chapter 173 173.The kiss

Ben

I’m snapping the last latch on the travel chest when her scent hits me.

Ginger and nutmeg.

My wolf surges forward like he’s been starved, a low rumble rolling through my chest before I can stop it.

Mate.

The word is a pulse of heat in my skull, ancient and demanding. I turn just as Tessa st...

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