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Sir, I don't deserve it! "

This time his hands were shaking. Her clothes were soiled with blood ... would still need to remove the rest of the clothes and warm her up.

-Damn, I don't believe that.

It was at least a punishment. His fingers gripped the waistband of her pants, loosening the strings. Ah, thankless task. The pants besides the blood were also wet from the waves that wet the bowsprit. The fabric had adhered like a second skin. It didn't move a single millimetre. It had never been so hard to undress a woman.

He stirred carefully. Without any success with patience bordering on the limit. Ah, he was a man. Two years! He hadn't slept with a woman in two years, obsessed with finding that girl. didn't just want any woman. had dreamed of her several times. And there he was unsuccessfully trying to take off those unfortunate clothes with the girl totally unconscious. And heated. He was sweating profusely on his forehead. His body burned and his groin stung. He was definitely going to take a cold shower to ease the damn heat.

-Will kill me! - muttered gripes.

The blessed pants had not given up. He cleared his throat as pulled harder. Was it a spot in the shape of a tear that stood out on the white skin on the curve of her thigh? He swallowed again, completely without Spittle.

This was unfair.

He forced himself not to notice the small details that appeared before his greedy eyes. The eyes were on the perfect breasts that fit perfectly in his hands. They went down through the flat belly until they stopped at the tempting sight ...

He gasped. remembered very well the pleasure he felt when his fingers caressed the tender flesh, drawing delicious moans from her, the girl shuddering in his arms as exhausted himself buried deep in that body. It was the first time that he looked at her, realizing that the female body perfectly shaped the tributes of youth. At the time, she was still so young... It was much more than he had imagined in his daydreams. She was beautiful and it hurt.

Ah, Will was not going to put up with those local customs in Chabone very well.

As soon as he arrived in Garrone, or perhaps even before that, he would arrange the licenses. Special and quick licenses could be purchased at a reasonable price, avoiding the ban to officialize the situation. could do that in Chabone. God! The customs in the borderlands were quite different.

-Will really skin me alive. - Morgan grunted. - God!

The girl was his only daughter still alive; William would certainly demand a celebration and commemoration in Scarlet.

He was an alpha and leader of the pack. But not Scarlet. He had abandoned the clan and created his own pack. The wolves were not going to accept. There was also the display that their future lady had been handed over pure to the pack commander. Ah, he had already done the honours of the house even before the formal and official agreement. He was going to have to find a good excuse and a priest willing to marry him the second time to the same woman without having to explain.

She was still so young. Why did young wives always run away? Adventure?

Determined to spare his own suffering, looked for the knife again and tore the rest of her clothes. The sewing gave way violently under his hands and the lack of patience made him grumble even more. His body was trembling and he shifted his weight on his legs to ease the discomfort of his terribly tight pants. At that point, he was aroused and also suffered from an erection.

It was wrong. It was clear that he was not going to take advantage of the situation. Except that a masculine, avid and possessive gaze daringly contemplated the vision of the perfect body. There was a birthmark on her shoulder, strange as if it were a moon perhaps standing out on her fair skin.

Sir, she was ... Did she imagine cheating with those insinuating curves? The damn loose clothes ... That was torture.

-God, it's my end! - he sighed.

It was really impressive. Had he believed that the hardest part would be taking off her clothes? He still needed to dry it and provide warm clothes. The towel ran across the satin skin with him panting.

Her scent ... Morgan inhaled her intoxicating scent. His hands slid down her slender, shaped legs, repeating that he had complete control of the situation. Mercy, she knew how to handle weapons. It was independent.

He was experiencing an unknown and unsafe terrain. He wanted the girl to need him. What was he going to do?

He lifted her carefully by the shoulders, trying to dress her in one of his shirts. The sight made him swear. That cabin looked like a fire. The heat was stifling. His manhood was rigid as a board and his body was scorched and blood was buzzing at his temples.

What was left of his precarious control made him give up putting the rest of his clothes on her? Or he was going to do something foolish. He was discovering that his limits had all been exceeded. He pulled out the spare blanket and covered it.

- What explanation will I give to Will, God? And Jackie? Mercy! How am I going to justify a wife to the White Order and the regent?

The uncle was going to be furious when he learned that he had enforced the vow of commitment without any witnesses. She simply bewitched him in that cabin just by smelling that smell. He wanted that woman as had never wanted another. First in the hut while he recovered from the sorcerers' captivity, he suffered from her care.

The situation had then lost all control at the border after he found it again. The satisfaction of discovering that the girl had never been kissed before had stirred an animal desire in him when he met her. Of course, nothing compared when he realized that she too, despite the unexpected situation, was also innocent. Morgan sighed at the sensation of the body that welcomed him as never before.

This was hell.

He was dying there and the girl was hurt and unaware of her torments. He wanted to ... His hand slid lightly in a caress over the satin skin where she had his mark. wanted the ship as bright as possible. had to go back to the deck. If there were possibilities for new attacks, he intended to be prepared this time, even if there was no torn dust to disguise the light of her magic.

Pieces of four?

ICHICHOS hunted without mercy descending from the Crescent Moon Clan, which meant that the girl was probably a descendant.

Who was her biological father?

The ICHICHOS survivors were also brutally murdered and even burned in an act of faith by the Successorium. Morgan was beginning to consider, with great concern, the reasons that had led Will to hide the girl there. And as for Graves ... Hells! Last year the sorcerers lived in prison because of those freaks ...

He would have Giles, his trusted man, look after the girl's safety.

Richard was going to be furious. She was a witch and he was the pack's alpha. This was not going to work. The wolves would not tolerate that. He was going to put an end to the damned boy charade until then he wouldn't touch a finger ... His situation was already quite delicate after he left the family lands.

His headache was getting worse. The questions came up more and more.

Why the hell hadn't she come looking for him?

Hell, it was at least a week before they reached Chabone. Was he going to be there alone in that cabin with her?

How was going to explain the crew full of men? When Thalagar found out ... That man was going to challenge him to a duel because of his cousin before he had a chance to explain anything. His reputation was not going to survive that. The men were going to start commenting.

Morgan sighed miserably and in pain. She had lost a lot of blood. At least forced to stay in bed, the girl would not create trouble. Perhaps the privateers did not notice the captain's absence and the absence of a certain boy. Perhaps...

"I'm going to kill this woman."

It was certainly the end of his reputation as a conqueror. Just wait