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Jason felt Samantha stiffen. She still didn’t understand. They’d already accepted her as their own. The decision had been made.

“I already told you, I’ll stay for a little while, but I’m not sticking around. I’m a fox, for crying out loud.”

“So?” he asked, genuinely confused.

“So, I can’t be a part of your pack.”

“Why not?”

“Uh, did you not understand me when I said I’m a fox? Who ever heard of a fox in a wolf pack?” She laughed. It was nice and low and it made Jason’s belly clench with desire. How did she pull at him like this? He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. His wolf was begging him to take her, to mark her as his. She had no idea what she did to him or the kind of danger she invited. Here she was, sitting and laughing and insisting she could never be part of the pack when all he wanted to do was bend her over the table and make her submit, forcing her to stay forever.