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on her own. The fact that she was still alive was proof enough. No werewolf would survive the life she’d endured. Unless they possessed the gift. The gift in full force. A gift she’d been born with. Just like her parents. Just like him.
    Having lived that life, shielding the gift that coursed through his veins, he understood the battle she dealt with daily. Not being trusted. Being needed. No pack welcoming him. Fear. Aching for a den, a pack, yet fitting in nowhere. He’d done his research thoroughly with Moira. It had kept him busy while enduring the torturous years Bruno put him through waiting to claim her. Introductions at eighteen, allowing her to mature, then seduction. He sure as hell was going to enjoy this stage.
    Before Bruno Tangaree’s pack had been destroyed, Dante had learned enough to survive. No one knew his connections back then. No one knew his connections today. It had to be that way. Survival instinct ran inside him as powerfully as the gift.
    Now the gift would be taken to the next level. He had found her. Moira Tangaree.
    His destined mate.
    When she stood, every thought in his head washed away like a greedy tide had just attacked it. He looked up, focusing on her belly button when it creased as she stretched.
    What he wouldn’t do to lick her right there.
    She pulled a knit dress over her head, briefly covering her face. Her dark nipples were hard, eager peaks that made his mouth go dry. Allowing his cock to go hard as a rock would scare her. There was no doubt that she’d attack again. He knew fighting turned her on, made her blood boil with the need to gain respect—and a need to be overcome. Already he respected her or they’d be fucking right now. He would overcome her slowly, watch her submission blossom. The thought made his cock lengthen in spite of his order to himself to remain slack.
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    For one warped moment he wondered how many changes of clothing she had in that small bag. Couldn’t be that many. Force her to change again and he might render her naked—without more clothes to cover that hot little body of hers.
    God, he couldn’t wait to touch that body, feel her come to life underneath him. He wanted to watch need relax her expression, see her dark eyes fog over with lust.
    Her thoughts were shielded. Mingling with them briefly, he receded. The obvious was easy to pull from her. Loneliness—fear. She didn’t trust GWAR. Wondered how much truth lay in his words. Plotted possible means of escape. And she thought about his cock.
    Dante suppressed a grin. His nudity definitely had an impact on her. She fought her interest toward him. But he smelled it, sensed it. Moira had been turned on by him the moment she’d detected him in the woods. She didn’t understand why she wanted him and he doubted she’d believe him if he explained it to her.
    We’re destined to be together, little bitch. Two halves of a whole. No other werewolf will do for you, so kindly spread your legs and let’s fuck. Yeah. That would go over real well.
    “How did you find me?” She pinned him with black eyes, like glowing onyx.
    The thick, pungent odor of fear faded quickly. Something salty, like irritation, surrounded them. It mixed with a sweeter smell. If the little bitch couldn’t hide her sexual curiosity, then she wasn’t that scared of him. And she should be. She should be damned scared. He was about to change her life forever.
    He kept his muscles relaxed. All of him. He focused on his heart, keeping the beat steady. Her closeness, her scent, her intense beauty—damn, he wanted her. For now, for her, he fought not to appear a threat.
    “I never lost you.”
    “That doesn’t answer the question.” She adjusted the dress to her body, the knitted material hugging her firm, small breasts, her flat tummy and the curve of her hips.
    Sitting down in front of her laptop, she gently ran her fingers through her long black hair. There was no physical resemblance to her