"Lino," Eleanor said, pressing her hand flush to his chest and she took in a whiff of his scent. Cassy's scent mingled with his and Eleanor shook, her wrath great. "She marked you," she whispered but her voice carried well around the room, cold and lethal. "It hurts, El," Lino cried, his eyes glazed with pain, and Eleanor's blonde brows arched at that. "She rejected you?" Why would any woman in her right frame of mind reject the Alpha? But then, saying that Cassy was in her right frame of mind was a stretch. A damn long stretch. "Make. It. Stop." He forced out, each word less coherent than the last, and Eleanor's brows furrowed as she thought deeply on what she was to do next. And she came to a decision. Nothing. She would do nothing. Lino brought this upon himself, so let him feel the pain of her rejection. Let it burn him inside and out. Let him experience all of it. Because she knew Lino. He was a diamond in the rough. Her fire would forge somet
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