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“You’re only nine years older than me.” I shrugged. “Maybe you confused your protective instincts with attraction? You are a male shifter. You guys have that annoying possessive trait.” “That’s what I felt until you grew up. Then the feelings changed.” His eyes traveled over my body and a smirk tugged at his lips.”

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Book:Autumn Kissed
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Book:Dreaming of a White Wolf Christmas
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