Nothing to the Alpha, Everything to His Wolf

He lets go.
Not gentle. He drops my hand like it's something dirty he picked up off the sand.
I stumble back a step and my boot catches, and the whole circle sees me catch myself.
End of Chapter 8
Stories contain mature romantic and sexual content. All characters are fictional adults.
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He lets go.
Not gentle. He drops my hand like it's something dirty he picked up off the sand.
I stumble back a step and my boot catches, and the whole circle sees me catch myself.
End of Chapter 8
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