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But I roll onto my side, take a deep breath, and my body goes rigid as I realize something.

There’s an Alpha here.

My back arches and my teeth clench.

It hurts.

I shake on the floor, my body experiencing an involuntary reaction to the scent.

It’s deep and rich—a hint of delicious leather mixed with dark chocolate.

There’s an Alpha near me with a scent so familiar I could swear I’ve inhaled it before.

Groaning, I force myself up onto my hands and knees. The movement makes my head spin, and I collapse down onto the floor with a grunt, my legs giving out painfully.

I whimper.

I have to get to that scent.

SLAM!

The door rattles again, and John shouts at whoever is trying to get in.

Get up, Skylar. You have to get up.

A voice that isn’t mine, an encouraging, powerful feminine voice, speaks to me.

April’s voice.

My best friend, the one that I haven’t seen in months, whispers in my head.

Get up. You have to get up.

Inhaling a shaky breath, I make it into a crawling position again. This time, I don’t fall. It takes a considerate amount of effort, but I make my way into the room with John’s terrible attempt at a nest.

I collapse with an oof.

SLAM. SLAM.

More shouts.

The door should have given way by now, unless John has barricaded it.

And as I lie on the floor, struggling for breath, my back spasms and my legs cramp.

Another Alpha scent mixes with the previous one.

No, actually…

I count three.

Three familiar, delicious, welcoming aromas, so strong that I’m left with sharp pangs in my womb.

I know them.

They can save me.

A wave of nausea washes over me, and I curl up into a ball on my side as a fresh round of slick pours out of me, drenching the sweatpants I wear.

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