Aubrianne Ivanov Meanwhile, Zayne suddenly wanted to remove any trace of that wolf from her. His mind was racing, and Aragorn was pacing, wanting his mate. He wished to scorch himself into her memory to help her forget that dude. He found his behavior also rather strange, but then again, no one. No, no other had even come close to doing these things to him without even trying. Here he was suddenly like a crazed possessive wolf. Aragorn was eager to claim what was his, and so was Zayne. But Zayne would never make such a move on his mate, he would respect her, and he had already resigned to her pace. "STOP THE CAR." Aubrianne suddenly yelled, unable to take it. Her body was on fire. The heat was too much, and the dress was suddenly too tight. Her skin was hot, yearning for his touch. It ached with want and need to feel those tingles, her core felt warm and moist, and her bud throbbed. At Aubrianne's words, Zayne slammed the brakes. One hand stretched out protectively towards her
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