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It couldn't be...

The young man sitting on the bench seat was so achingly familiar, his unruly black hair tousled every which way, that body...she was way too familiar with the carnal pleasures that body could provide, it was the man who visited her in her dreams! The closer Isabella got, the stronger the pull became and Mazlyn fought to break free..'MATE MINE!'

But that wasn't what hit her the most, that wasn't what bought the pack trainer to her knees...

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