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Olivia
“Olivia!” There was no mistaking that deep voice, that roar.
Wulf.
A heavy pounding sounded from the entrance, and I realized, as what looked like an entire battalion of Atlan warlords stomped into the room wearing space armor and really big space guns on their thighs, that Wulf was here. He was really here, and he wasn’t alone.
As if he could scent me—which I knew he could—he beelined straight for our table and loomed over us like the giant he was.
“Jimmy Steel, I am here to claim the rights of a mate. I have come to kill you.”
Men and women either scrambled to get out of the way or sat, paralyzed in their chairs, as a dozen fully armed aliens fanned out inside the ballroom. I stood, but that fast Jimmy’s arm snaked around my waist and yanked me to my feet. I felt the col
