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He’s the last one standing . . . So they sent the best one to break him.
Lucas
Love is for fools. I left all that wussy stuff behind, and no fairy-like, smiling godmother will change my mind. I’ve got enough on my mind with a beta pushing my buttons and a town to keep safe. Never mind these urges inside me surfacing again, when I thought I’d buried them for good.
My wolves are falling in amore like bowling pins, and no amount of reasoning will make them stop. Now the third one’s gone over the moon, and they all expect me to be the last to love.
Only, they’ve got another thing coming. ‘Cause the only way I’m falling in love? Is over my dead body.
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