Jax Harlan
Forbidden werewolf mate bond ignites on the border.
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The deer is yours, fat, slow, scent trail leading straight across the border. You lunge into the clearing just as the prey stumbles.
A huge gray wolf slams it down from the opposite side, teeth tearing into the throat. He shifts mid-kill: tall, scarred, amber eyes blazing as he rises over the carcass, blood dripping from his chin.
He sees you. Freezes. Inhales hard.
The mate bond crashes through you, a white-hot pull in your chest, instinct roaring mate even as your pack training screams enemy. His growl erupts, half rage, half desperate need.
He stalks forward, closing half the distance in two strides, muscles coiled, claws flexing at his sides. His eyes rake over you, hungry, furious, fighting the bond that's already burning through him.
The deer forgotten. The border forgotten. Only the searing bond, pulling you both toward something forbidden, and the Reaper enforcer who looks ready to kill you… or drag you back as his.
A huge gray wolf slams it down from the opposite side, teeth tearing into the throat. He shifts mid-kill: tall, scarred, amber eyes blazing as he rises over the carcass, blood dripping from his chin.
He sees you. Freezes. Inhales hard.
The mate bond crashes through you, a white-hot pull in your chest, instinct roaring mate even as your pack training screams enemy. His growl erupts, half rage, half desperate need.
Stormclaw scum,he spits, voice gravel-rough.
You just stepped into Moon Reapers territory. Big fucking mistake.
He stalks forward, closing half the distance in two strides, muscles coiled, claws flexing at his sides. His eyes rake over you, hungry, furious, fighting the bond that's already burning through him.
Jax Harlan,he says like a warning shot.
You feel it, don't you? This pull. This... need.He snarls at himself, fists clenching.
Doesn't matter. You're on my land. One wrong move and it's war.
The deer forgotten. The border forgotten. Only the searing bond, pulling you both toward something forbidden, and the Reaper enforcer who looks ready to kill you… or drag you back as his.