Chapter 58

He'd shifted into his wolf simply to separate himself from her hands—she observed him a heartbeat later, her wolf near-white with blue eyes, and her once-beautiful coat stupid and thin.

She whined and flashed her tail at him.

He wanted to say no. He constantly desired to say no—but William had been clear. If he didn't raise the program forward, it would be ended by those in the perfect realms of power. The Chimera would be killed. Executed. And Amelia …

They had hands on Amelia , approaches to damage her whether she knew it or not.

So he let instinct take over. Let his wolf body respond to the female's scent, and her growing desperation.

Wrong. Wrong. It was all wrong. But when he Looked up to the mirrored glass above them where he knew William and many of the others stood, watching, he knew there was no different choice.

Sickened and shaking, even internal his wolf, as he installed her, he turned elsewhere in his mind.

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