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Chapter Sixteen: Relentless Agony
Cecelia I stared at the closed door in shocked disbelief. Shocked about what was happening to my body and disbelieving that that little turd had just locked me in my own room. How stupid was he? Didn’t he know that I could rip that door off its hinges with very little effort? Not to mention... my eyes cut to the door between the rooms. The door that was still broken and slightly ajar. For good measure, I locked the hall door from my side too. Male werewolves were known to get very aggressive around a female in heat, and I didn’t need any more trouble. Not that a locked door would stop them either. I backed away slowly from the door, feeling the sweat drip down my neck and pool between my breasts. The wound on my shoulder throbbed strangely like it was pulsing with an infection.
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