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Chapter 6: Breaking Point

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The mark on my neck burned hotter with every hour that passed. By the second night after the public dinner, the bruise had darkened to a deep, proprietary purple that no scarf could fully hide from a wolf’s senses.

My body remained in a constant state of low, aching heat—skin hypersensitive, nipples tight against every fabric, cunt perpetually slick and empty. I had tried to stay away from the basement. I had paced my room until the floorboards creaked, written page after page in my diary, and
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