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naked beneath him, begging for more. No. She’s not mine . His inner wolves chuffed and settled inside him as they added an unspoken, Yet.
    Disgusted that he could even consider bedding Viola when he was promised to the alpha’s daughter, Titus swallowed hard. His mouth had never felt so dry. He’d never looked at another woman, let alone had a cockstand for one. Now his boner threatened to burst out of his pants for a money-grubbing hedgewitch he needed to walk away from. Fast.
    Those eyes of hers bewitched him, along with her sweet floral essence and her soft voice, but for once he’d think with his head, not his hormones. Time to do what he did best—walk away and beat up some idiot with a big mouth and inferior battle skills. Picking fights came easier after his mate rejected him. Hell, punching idiots’ lights out and drinking whiskey were the only things Titus had done well recently.
    His response to the healer betrayed everything he’d felt for his Jilly. Despite the guilt eating at his gut, he wanted to crush Viola against his chest and breathe in her rose-and-lavender perfume. But he didn’t.
    Ravaging her lips and stripping her naked sounded good too. That way he could feast on the liquid honey in her cunt. Just thinking about fucking her gave him a humongous hard-on. Hell, he’d probably walk with a limp when he headed off toward Prowlerville.
    He almost reached out to her, then pursed his lips and turned away. Women and him just didn’t mix. If he ever took a lover, she’d have a soft heart, overflowing Lykae curves, and eyes that didn’t make him think of moonlit walks beneath starry skies. Everything about Viola infuriated him. Not that it took much nowadays.
    When he’d first spotted Jilly, she’d been too young to take a mate. Hell, he’d felt like a child snatcher when he’d tried to befriend her, so he stayed in the shadows while he waited for her to mature. He’d never heard of a Lykae male bonding with someone so young. Although their bond had snapped into place the moment he laid eyes on Jilly, it would strengthen as she matured. Just after she hit puberty, that redheaded witch—the one who always turned up when there was trouble in the Lykae kingdom—carried her off and blackmailed him. Jilly’s family should have protected her better, but when her brother visited the Lykae King, the redheaded witch took her from her bed. Just thinking about the things he’d done to keep Jilly safe set Titus’s primal wolf howling. To him, protecting his mate had mattered more than keeping his honor intact. Then when the Lykae rescued Jilly, she’d taken one look at his torn ear, crooked nose, and solid muscles and screamed for days.
    He must be the only Lykae ever rejected by his true-mate. Jilly should have been his world, but she’d never been more than a kid he watched over daily. Yeah, some guardian I turned out to be.
    Each night he’d gone home and brooded. There’d never been a loving word between them, but he’d lost the most precious thing he possessed. His true-mate. The way Jilly cold-shouldered him after her rescue had gouged deep wounds in his heart.
    After less than six weeks of freedom, Jilly had left her brother a note and vanished. Titus she’d ignored—just like always. Her loss damn near destroyed him. Alcohol had helped, but it had fed the wildness in his soul. He’d spent too long picking fights or drinking himself senseless. Finally, King Caleb had ordered Titus tossed in a cell until he sobered up and calmed down.
    The Tundra Toughs, his adopted pack, had watched over his recovery; then King Caleb sent Titus on this mission. If he married, not mated, the alpha’s daughter, he could remake his life as the Rock Prowler alpha.
    His primal wolf—the seven and a half feet of violence and rage that lived inside him—hated the idea. His natural wolf—the part of him that would pass for a wolf on the mundane world’s Russian steppes—howled with outrage. Even his human