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“Valentin, Ko mne!” To Me. Tanya Larina called it out with the authority of someone who expected to be obeyed.
Valentin popped to his feet, and trotted over to her as she continued leaning back on the edge of her desk.
What the hell? Alex was so surprised the he couldn’t even blink.
Russian bear dogs were suspicious of everyone and only ever answered to one master, the alpha dog—and Alex had done a lot of training to prove that was himself. The breed was always immensely loyal, but to only one master. They’d tolerate family and teammates, but never answer to them.
Yet Valentin trotted over to the Ukrainian beauty as if she was the alpha.
Granted, she was astonishing. Five-ten at least. Slender, the smoothness of her simple squat and how it left her well-poised to spring in any dire
