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The man holding me jerked, and I forced down a hiss of pain. “Find them,” Jax roared.

“Now.”

His wrath focused on me. “Anyone else?”

“No.”

“Look at me,” he snarled. “Your father has kidnapped and murdered countless wolves. Did you help him?”

It took some effort, and I had to fight my wolf every second, but I lifted my gaze to his.

Lightning streaked the sky again, and he took one step back in surprise. Inside me, my wolf howled in joy as something seemed to snap in place.

Fuck. Me.

Warmth rushed over my skin, and my thoughts emptied of everything but him.

Well over six feet tall, he towered over me, Dark hair tousled along his shoulders and intense dark eyes stared at me in shock. I’d never given much thought to heroes. As a child, I’d daydream that someone would come save me, but I quickly learned that daydreams and false hopes were just different forms of torture. A way of breaking your own heart.

But here he was. My hero, and according to my wolf, my mate.

The long-dead feelings of hope resurrected, and I actually smiled.

Smiled.

“Shit,” the man holding me growled. Belatedly, I realized that all the wolves had felt their alpha’s mating bond.

They were stepping back in horror.

“Answer the question,” Jax demanded hoarsely.

Reality slammed back in place. Inside me, my wolf wailed. She was innocent. Always had been. I gave everything to protect her. For the first time in years, tears pricked my eyes.

Furiously, I hoped the rain would hide them, just as I tried to hide the way my heart shattered.

“Yes,” I answered honestly. “I’ve killed.”

The guard behind me shoved me to my knees, but I didn’t look away. I needed to see his eyes.

Needed to know if there would be forgiveness.

There was only disgust.

“I would rather kill my wolf than accept this mating bond,” he hissed angrily.

“You will get nothing from me except the promise that if those children are dead, you will join them. Tonight. I, Jax Bishop, alpha of the Black Diamond Wolves, reject you.”

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Anna

Three years later

It was the third time in an hour that Danny’s hands accidentally brushed across my ass.

There was no point in glaring at him or pushing his hand away. He’d just give me a sleazy grin and mouth sorry. It was just a show for the customers, or at least those customers who didn’t know who I was. When we were alone, he didn’t even bother with the fake apology.

He didn’t have to apologize to me. I didn’t deserve it.

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