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Ronson groaned and rocked on top of me, and my breath caught in my chest, my hands hovering in the air near his wings. "You-you were gone," I sputtered awkwardly. I waited for you. And in a tiny private place in myself I admitted, I missed you. A dangerous confession. I couldn't afford to miss a man who would want to replace me in a decade. "A new alpha ascended to Grave Hills," Ronson said, his lips nuzzling over my pulse, tongue flicking out. "Niall made me go." I laughed at that, and Ronson lifted himself from on top of me, his own grin gleaming in the firelight. "I didn't want to wake ...more
The Alpha of Bleake Isle (Dragonkin, #1)
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