You put your hands on my people — did anyone ask my permission? (Elijah's POV)

"A lawful mate?"

I let out a cold laugh as Marcus finished his report.

I glanced back through the doorway. Chloe lay on the bed, her breathing finally steady. That faint heartbeat—the fragile pulse of her wolf spirit—was something I had only just managed to shield, pouring an enormous amount of ...

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