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I gaped at him as he began to remove his shirt, revealing a body that shouldn’t have made me ache the way it did. His creamy, flawless skin was hard, rippling with sinewy muscle.
His bright blue eyes never left mine as he handed it to me. “In case you get tired of wearing bedsheets,” he said.
There was something soothing about his voice. It was gentle and masculine—safe.
I swallowed, wetting my dry throat, and took the top, trying not to look surprised at the gesture. “Thanks.”
The Blood Moon males never would have done such a thing. They reveled in my vulnerability and used it however they could.
I slipped the still-warm material over my head, ignoring the look of satisfaction in his eyes. The smell of lavender and cloves surrounded me, and I inhaled, unable to resist his scent.
My wolf hummed in appreciation, approving of the gorgeous male.
“Where am I?” I asked, looking from him to the massive males behind him.
All of them sat with supernatural stillness, but their expressions—ranging from curious to apathetic—couldn’t have been more different.
The one closest to me, a Beta, leaned forward, a smile on his full, sensual lips.
His skin was like polished mahogany, and the florescent bulbs overhead highlighted his strong nose and the square set of his jaw. Faint stubble gave him a rugged air, and his mismatched eyes—one the color of manuka honey and the other a torrent of green and gold—ate up my features.
“You’re in a medical building.” His voice was like a rough caress.
Okay, vague.
I raised an eyebrow. “A medical building where?”
“In Hidden Creek territory,” the third male, another Beta said, his gray-blue eyes dissecting my every movement. “I’m Silas.”
The flame-haired male waved and said, “I’m Gentry.”
Silas pointed to the male with mismatched eyes. “That’s Bowen, and that one,” he swept his hand toward the male sitting furthest away, “is Theron.”
An Alpha.
Theron’s gaze settled on me like a weight. Thick, dark hair fell to his broad shoulders, and his skin reminded me of warm cinnamon, but his eyes were like a starless night sky. His face was impassive yet devastatingly captivating.
“I’m Myla,” I murmured, turning back to Silas and taking in his long brown hair, dimpled chin, and butterscotch complexion.
Goddess, why were they all so . . . beautiful?
Well, as beautiful as four sinfully virile males could be.
“Nice to meet you, Myla,” Gentry said. He gestured toward the edge of the bed. “May I?”
It took me a moment to register what he meant. Was he asking me for permission to sit down?
I quickly blurted out, “Yeah, sure, go ahead.”
He sat by my knees, and my wolf practically purred.
“Bowen and Silas found you in the woods. Do you remember how you got there?” Gentry asked.
Self-preservation demanded I lie, but my wolf—and something I couldn’t quite identify—pushed me to tell the truth.
This was it. This was my chance to walk away from Blood Moon forever.
“I ran away from my pack.”
