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NATALIE
I spent the day scrubbing the hard water stains off the tile in the master bathroom. Literally all day.
I may have thrown myself more obsessively into the job than usual in order to not think about Rand. About the night we’d shared. God, I was sore from the way he hadn’t held back. I’d actually begged him to do so, and now I felt it, as if my body was reminding me what I was missing.
My heart still sped up every time I remembered what he’d said.
You belong to me, Natalie Sheffield.
He really believed that.
God, part of me wanted to believe it too. Wouldn’t life have been easy if we were both shifters, and we both just “knew” the other was the one? If love didn’t matter because our inner wolves were smarter than we were?
But we weren’t. I wasn’t a shifter. I had no idea i
