“Was this her fifth cup? Sixth? Storm had lost count. All she knew was that it had been a long time since she’d been this dog-tired. She could feel the exhaustion in her bones. After she told Grant off last night, she’d been unable to sleep. She’d tossed and turned all night long, despite making her best effort to convince herself that she didn’t have any deeper feelings for Grant. Who was she kidding? He made her feel things at her core that she’d never felt for anyone before. She had a sma...ll, creeping suspicion that he was her lifemate. Too bad she had sworn off the idea of ever having a mate. Storm hated the way everyone just assumed that every shifter needed a mate. Maybe that was true back in the dark ages, but times had changed. There was more to life than pairing off and having babies. Storm wanted to work, to lead, to make a difference. To matter. She sighed again and put her head in her hands, trying to rub away the bleariness in her eyes.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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