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CHAPTER FOURTY-NINE - RAGE

ASHA

Dwight had been about to speak when that overwhelming scent grew stronger, and I swallowed a whine.

Pixie.

Pixie was there, her hand pressed possessively to my side, not begging for Dwight’s life to be spared.

No.

She was talking to md. I’d ignored the screech of the other one, the other female that had been present at the day of Pixie’s introduction and which I presumed to be Dwights somewhat lover. Every nerve in my body stilled and zeroed in on the small patch of skin that Pixie touched, the rest of the world falling away and it was just then that I realized just how much I had actually missed her touch even the most little touch now was enough to put me on paused

“Ash,” she said, her voice gentle, her wolf trying to soothe mine. “Ash, look at me, please.”

Her fingers flexed in the muscle of my side, her warmth pressing through my skin and sinking into my bones. Without any coherent thought, my wolf released, and my hand went limp. Dwight crashed to the floor, the other female
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