Who does he think he is?
The wolf shifter at my door. I pegged him as a shifter the second I laid eyes on him. It was the way he stalked into my apartment flexing his muscles and throwing his weight around, his lips curved in a smirk. Acting like he owned the place.

Smoking-hot, alpha jackass.

It was meant to be just a job.
An easy assignment between covert-ops, but there’s nothing easy or run of the mill about Natasha Silk. Human, gorgeous, with curves that make my mouth water, she’s got everything. Money, fame–a perfect life.

One kiss and I’m sure–she’s my mate. But I won’t claim her. I can’t. Because I’m a damaged man, broken on the inside. Dangerous. 

The clock is ticking. Someone is trying to kill her and it’s my job to stop them–not happening on my watch. 

 

 

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