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be around him during a mating moon. Her pheromones combined with a full moon and his Wolf would drive him to Mark her. Take her to mate…
    Weakness hit her knees as she reached the gate, forcing her to reach out and clutch at the cold stone to keep her balance. The idea of Jace taking her to mate was seductive, alluring. He’d make a good mate, strong and protective, attentive and caring. He even liked sex the way she liked it, kinky and dirty. It would be a perfect match.
    And the instant he marked her, Jacob would have him killed. Not in a challenge fight or anything legal like that, but gunned down in a back alley somewhere by thugs using silver bullets. As much as they might try and get away from their heritage, werewolves would always be susceptible to silver.
    She straightened up and put the thought from her mind. It wouldn’t happen. Jacob wouldn’t have Jace killed because he would never know about this. Her heart ached, but she knew it was the way it had to be. This had to remain a secret…
    One she would treasure for a lifetime. Her steps measured, she added a sway in her hips as she walked through the gate. She need not have bothered. There was a car waiting for her as she’d expected, but she was the sole passenger. Jace was not in the car. Sliding into the back seat, she gathered herself to give instructions to the driver, but the glass partition was raised and the car pulled away as soon as she’d shut the door.
    She sat back, content to say nothing. Jace had apparently arranged the evening down to the last detail. The journey into town was quick and uneventful, apart from her increasing heart rate. The too-tight dress, while making the most of her attributes, meant that she was forced to sit neatly with her knees together.
    She worried at the edges of the lace at the hemline with her fingertips. Would he like it…the way she was dressed? The black lace shift dress was saved from being demure by its high hem, one that only just covered her ass, the lace just skimming her thighs and barely covering the tops of her stockings. What would he say when he realized she wore nothing except the suspender belt beneath?
    The low neckline would have been scandalous for a full busted woman, but she’d made the best of the situation with a push-up bra. Now, instead of appearing as flat as a pancake, a generous cleavage threatened to spill over the lace.
    The car pulled to a stop outside a nondescript door on a backstreet. Relief washed over her and she smiled at the driver as he held her door open. Jace had tried to ensure she hadn’t been seen, a fact that in her precarious situation she appreciated. Not having been born to it, she hadn’t expected him to understand the intricate politics of the court, but it was a relief he knew some things couldn’t be changed. Not without blood and tears.
    She nodded to the driver and looked at the door in front of her. Her hood was still up to conceal her face, but there was no one on the street to see her. Neither was there a knocker on the door or any other way to signal to anybody inside she required entry. She was about to turn to ask the driver when the door swung open in front of her.
    She took a step forward, intending to announce herself, but the hulking figure just inside the doorway made the words dry up in her throat. It wasn’t a man, it was a mountain. His scent reached out and wound around her. Okay, a wolf mountain. Hell, she’d had no idea that Lycans could get so big.
    “The Captain is waiting for you,” he rumbled, his voice so low her ears ached.
    With no idea what to say, she just nodded and stepped through the doorway, turning left in the direction he indicated. Her eyes adjusted to the semi darkness, the corridor ahead of her dimly lit after the relative brightness of the streetlamps outside. Her steps, which had rung out against the asphalt outside, were muffled by the thick carpet underfoot. That, along with the elegant plasterwork and detailed