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escape.
    "There's nothing you can do. Please let go. I need to leave...right now."
    "Is there someone after you? I can scent your fear."
    She stiffened. There was only one possible explanation as to why a man would say that. Well, only one that she had intimate knowledge of. Shifter . She wrenched her arm out of his grasp and ran for her car. It was parked on the other side of the lot, maybe a hundred feet from where she stood, but it suddenly seemed miles away. A gust of wind blew her hair across her face and tangled it in the sunglasses she'd worn despite the overcast day. Only feet away from her goal, her body pitched forwards without warning. Instinctively she reached out with her hands to stop the fall but never felt the rough pavement touch her skin. Instead, a large muscled arm was wrapped around her waist, pulling her back into the embrace of her saviour.
    She twisted and fought for release, blind panic seizing her mind. She had to get away! He would tell Adam where she was. All of those shifters stood together. It was them versus humanity, and she knew who would win this particular battle. She had neither the strength nor resources to put up a fight. Adam would come after her, and she'd kill herself before she allowed that creature to have control over her once again.
    The man rested his large hand on the back of her head and held her close to the wide chest. The strength of those arms was obvious but they didn't crush her. Why wasn't he dragging her away? It almost felt like he was comforting her. Her body relaxed marginally and she fought through the instinctual panic to open her senses. She heard soothing murmurs float above her head and felt a calming caress up and down her back. She turned her head into the warm fabric of his shirt and inhaled. Inside something happened—within seconds the fight left her and she collapsed into the man's embrace. Her arms wrapped around his waist and she rubbed her face against his chest.
    "I've got you. Nothing more will hurt you. I swear it."
    She looked up into those captivating silver eyes. “Who are you? What just happened?"
    He lifted her dark glasses and looked into her eyes. “My name is Jaryn Chaunterel and you're my mate."
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Chapter Two
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    Adam Broyles sat in his home office watching the amber liquid swirl around the glass in his hand. Social rules be damned—if he wanted a drink at ten o'clock in the morning, he'd have a drink. It's not as if he'd get drunk. His inhumanly fast metabolism made it extremely difficult to achieve a state of inebriation. His hand squeezed around the cut lead crystal and the pointed edges dug into his palm. He'd like to feel his fingers curled around something else at the moment, preferably the supple neck of one traitorous bitch.
    His eyes unfocused as he stared out the large window. The land surrounding his Northwoods compound became a haze as his mind drifted. Nicole's image floated before him. The dark-red, almost burgundy hair, the plump tits he loved to squeeze until a little squeak escaped her lush mouth. He'd initially taken Nicole because the DNA tests had shown that she would be the perfect host for his latest experiments. However, unlike the others—humans who were no more than disposable tissue to him—he found himself craving the little spitfire and contemplated taking her as a mate. The test results were inconclusive at this point, but Adam suspected that, thanks to Nicole's assistance, he'd finally managed to achieve perfection with the latest trial.
    He'd offered her everything. Being a powerful female, it was only right that she serve at his side as his queen. Normally, he'd simply take what he wanted, but that somehow seemed wrong when it came to picking a mate. So he'd plied her with treasures and promises. He'd given her freedom within the compound that no other had. Still, she'd held herself apart from him. He'd then made it perfectly clear that his kindness only went so far, and