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... ng. But as Zev prowled towards them, every inch the predator Alpha, the hair on Harth’s neck stood up, and she felt Tarkyn tense in an entirely new way.
‘Leave him to me, love,’ he sent through the bond, his voice calmer than it had been a moment ago, but still quivering with tension. She could smell her mate’s defensive strength—his instincts still screamed at him to protect. But he was a mature male, and a soldier. He possessed discipline stricter than Harth had ever seen even among th ...
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