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little bitch. That was your sire’s choice. But you will.”
    “I know everything I need to know about you,” she hissed, needing to stay angry so he wouldn’t smell lust as she drooled over the most perfect body she’d ever laid eyes on. “How dare you imply you knew a thing about my sire.”
    “Then you know that I care. That I’ve just saved that sexy tail of yours.” He lowered his voice. “And I knew your sire very well.”
    Of course he didn’t care. He wasn’t part of her pack. She’d remember a werewolf as large and deadly-looking as this one.
    “Liar. Don’t play games with me.” Her heart pounded loud enough she bet he heard it.
    A powerful werewolf like him wouldn’t give someone like her—a bitch who was barely grown—the time of day. Let alone call her sexy. First he destroyed her pack then he made fun of her. He was heartless. Sexier than any werewolf she’d ever laid eyes on, and cruel. With every breath he filled her insides, giving her insight to his raw, dominating nature. As much as she wanted to challenge him, accuse him of being shallow for hating packs he didn’t even know, that would get her nowhere. The tension running through him while he glared in the direction of the fire was enough for her to know he wouldn’t hear any argument she had.
    “This is no game, little bitch. Bruno and Renee weren’t perfect, although they damn near created perfection with you. Your sire couldn’t stop the other packs from destroying him. But I’ve made a promise and so has your sire. You will get off the island today. You’ll live. I promised Bruno and it will happen.”
    She wished to hell he’d get rid of those sunglasses. So much could be told by staring into a werewolf’s eyes. Her mother always said they were the path to a person’s soul.
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    Her mother…
    Moira’s eyes burned. Pain tore her insides apart. Her parents were gone. She’d never see them again. And what the hell was this werewolf saying?
    “You came after me so you could kill me just like you did my parents,” she yelled at him, almost raising her fist to attack but her dress slipped down and she grabbed it before her breasts were exposed to him.
    “No,” he said simply, quietly, his mouth barely moving.
    The spicy smell of anger mixed with another scent, something a bit too sweet, clogged the air between them.
    “Don’t lie to me, wolf man. You say my sire made promises. That you made promises. What the hell are you talking about?”
    He looked away from her, staring at the fire still burning a couple of blocks away.
    He had a strong jawline, straight and fierce-looking. Again, she wondered where he came from. She would have remembered if she’d seen him before. His strong presence, his obvious alpha attitude, was compelling, distracting.
    “I’m not lying,” he said without looking her way. “In return for helping your sire, he promised me his most cherished possession.”
    “And what’s that?”
    “You.”
    She stared at him, dumbfounded. No way in fucking hell would her sire give her to some stranger. Her mother would never go for it either. She’d heard the story of how her mother fought not to be shackled to a mate she didn’t love. Her parents believed mating was done out of love, not obligation.
    “Now I know you’re lying.” She jumped around him, ready this time when he moved his motorcycle closer to her.
    She braced herself to run and froze when he spoke in that calm, smooth, deep voice.
    “Moira, I’m not lying. Your sire insisted we not meet until after you turned eighteen. But he couldn’t stop the destruction of his pack. He sent me to save you.”
    Would her sire have entered into such an arrangement? Why did she want to believe this stranger? Just because he was sexier than any werewolf she’d ever laid eyes on, that was no reason to accept his outrageous claim to her. She fought the urge to touch him again, to feel that raw power that had pressed against her