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He cupped her face with both hands, his claws carefully retracted. When he kissed her, it wasn’t soft. It was a claiming—a clash of teeth and tongue, of two broken things finding a perfect fit. Heat exploded behind her eyes, her Lynx DNA singing in response. Her mating heat had begun.

“Good.” He kicked the door open, a wall of muscle and fury. “Stay behind me. Don’t die. And Kira?”

In the garage, as they peeled away in a stolen SUV with sirens wailing behind them, Kira finally let herself breathe. Her hands shook. Dane covered one with his own, his thumb tracing her pulse point. lora leigh books

“Dane,” she breathed, her hand inching toward the plasma pistol under her desk.

“Don’t.” His voice was a gravel-laced rumble that vibrated in her chest. “I’m not here to kill you, Kira. If I were, you’d already be dead.” He cupped her face with both hands, his

“The cure,” she whispered. “For the Breeds’ biological failsafe—the kill switch they implanted in your DNA. Every Breed who ever went rogue… they didn’t go mad. They were activated .”

Kira tried to pull away, but her traitorous body leaned into his heat. The Genesis Protocol had spliced her with Lynx DNA as a child—enhanced senses, a photographic memory, and a brutal heat cycle that no suppressant could fully tame. She was engineered to be a weapon, not a woman. Heat exploded behind her eyes, her Lynx DNA

Kira Vance hadn’t slept in forty-eight hours. Her fingers flew across three keyboards, lines of encrypted code reflecting in her haunted, silver-flecked eyes. She was a phantom—a data runner who didn’t officially exist, hunted by a rogue faction of the government that had created her.

“The Elders can go to hell.” He pressed a kiss to her temple. “It’s our pack now. Our rules.”