For ten long years, I stayed away to protect her. I thought I’d successfully subverted my wolf’s instincts where Bethany was concerned. But when I saw her on that dance floor, my inner beast took over. I told myself it would be just one dance. One dance and I’d let her go. I didn’t mean to bite her. Or f*ck her in the middle of a crowded dance club. Or kidnap her… again.
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