Before he could finish his pathetic speech, I had my arms around his neck.
“What the hell would I want with a fox? Does
a fox look as dangerous as you do?”
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I woke up to something heavy pressing down
on me.
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I woke up to something heavy pressing down
on me.
I opened my eyes, and Liam was all over me.
His face was buried in my neck, his jaw was tense, holding back, and his eyes were ringed with this insane red light.
“Break the contract after it’s signed, and
you’ll feel pain you won’t believe.”
“If you’re still dreaming about that fox, I’m
giving you a chance to run.”
My brain short–circuited.
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The last memory I had of Liam was him
pulverizing Jasper’s soul.
Shifting into a wolf, covered in blood, and
collapsing at my grave.
Saying to me, “Beatrice, I’m coming with
you.”
Then he’d slit his own throat.
Now, Liam’s sweat dripped off his face.
Vanishing into the sculpted bronze of his chest.
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I slowly reached out and touched his face.
Warm.
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That’s when it hit me – I was back five years.
The day Liam and I made our deal.
Fox…
That’s right, that slimy fox, Jasper, tricked me last time.
He and my sister plotted together to get me killed.
Now, all I feel when I hear his name is pure
hate.
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I wrapped my arms tighter around Liam’s
neck.
And kissed him, like I meant it.
“What would I want with a fox? Does a fox
look as dangerous as you do?”
Liam’s eyes got even darker, so red they
looked like they could start bleeding.
He stopped holding back.
His fangs sank into my neck.
“Now, you don’t get another chance to
change your mind.”
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The contract with Liam was arranged by my
family.
Liam was the leader of the werewolves.
Rumor had it werewolves were vicious,
savage, and even after centuries of hanging around humans.
They still couldn’t get over their predator instincts.
Most people wanted nothing to do with them.
But in the last few years, the werewolves had
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started rising in power under Liam’s rule.
Their business ventures had grabbed a huge slice of the market.
My family, on the other hand, was going down the drain.
My dad had offered up a marriage to get
back in the game.
But the first choice for the marriage was my sister.
Veronica Hawthorne.
She was spoiled rotten and was the real
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Hawthorne royalty.
Me? I was just the screw–up my dad wished he could forget.
But then Liam had to go and pick me for the contract.
At the time, I was hung up on another shifter.
A fox.
So, after I was called back home, I resented him.
I spent five years giving him the cold
shoulder.
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But now things were different.
