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But when my pack brothers broke their news with that look?

Shell-shocked. Feral. Half terrified and half horny.

Jin stared at his hand for ten minutes and Bishop’s tie was crooked.

Now I’m praying with the rifle between my palms.

Praying they made a mistake.

Serafina Redfang can’t be our fated mate.

All I wanna do is escape what I came from. Become more than the junkies’ kid who everyone said would never amount to jack shit.

Make it to the majors. Make a home for my pack and my family.

Do something with my useless fucking life.

But now we’re supposed to bond some gangster princess?

Not just mate the girl, but full-on kidnap her and wade our asses deep in cartel business?

I mean, goddamn.

Jericho’s dying.

I thought we were finally gonna graduate our gangbanger phase. Not upgrade to elite.

On the move, Redfangs slither outside. Squinting through my scope, I catch a flash of blonde.

Tall girl in a bathrobe. She ducks into a limo, and I feel…

Fucking nothing.

Just the everyday agony in my robo-shoulder and roof pebbles poking my abs.

She can’t be ours.

I’d know from across the ocean, let alone the street.

But I keep my head on straight and my mouth shut. The limo stops at the corner light, and civilians flood the crosswalk.

I take my shot. Even silenced, it pops like a muffled firecracker.

But in this city?

No one flinches.

Not even the businessman whose ass I almost clip to glue a tracker to the limo’s bumper. “Got ‘em.”

“Nice shot. Now get down here.” Jin’s pinched urgency has me skipping steps, but shutting my mouth doesn’t stop my racing thoughts.

This girl already rejected our pedigreed rich boys.

Penthouse door slammed straight in their faces.

If she doesn’t like them, what the fuck’s she gonna think of me?

Still haven’t shaved. Even if I were clean and shiny, wearing a fancy suit fresh from Bishop’s tailor?

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