Fatal Dance
Chapter 1
I’d been shackled to a werewolf by a magical contract for five freaking years, and I never gave the dude a single genuine thought.
I thought he was a brute, a control freak, and about as emotionally available as a brick wall.
But after I bit the dust, he crushed the soul of the bastard who killed me with his bare hands.
Then, in his wolf form, he curled up on my
grave and offed himself.
I blinked, and bam! I was back to the day we
signed the damn contract.
“If you can’t stand me, if you’re still hung up
on that fox…”
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 c
