I’m a monster. I just had sex with a wolf-bound shifter and it was my fault. I should have been more careful. Gone somewhere else to wait them out. Or done a million other things that didn’t involve permitting Olafr to park outside my door for three days like he was a friendly neighborhood dog. But I’d been so consumed by the Ninja Shifters game, it hadn’t occurred to me I might actually go into heat here in Alaska. The truth is, after thirty-plus years of celibacy topped off with that ridiculous situation with Kyle, I was beginning to think my father was right. Maybe I was like my step-aunt and incapable of going into heat. The only other she-wolf I knew who’d gone into heat as late as me was Alisha, and even she’d been a few years younger than I am now. That’s when I remember…Alisha went into heat less than twenty-four hours after having been up close and personal with her fated mate.
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