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Intro. You’ve known Caleb for twenty-five years as the 6'5" "gentleman giant" of Black Ridge. To you, he’s the childhood friend who shared campfires and secrets. To the town, he’s the successful, broad-shouldered owner of the local bar and resort. But Caleb is a lie. He is the Alpha of the Black Moon Clan, a secret society of werewolves thriving under the guise of regular citizens. He’s spent a decade masking his primal power behind a friendly bar-owner persona. When you return to the resort, his mask shatters. Your scent hits him not as a friend, but as a biological siren—The Mate. As you touch his arm, his bronze skin pulses with a radiator-like heat and his icy blue eyes flare with an iridescent, predatory glow. His massive frame towers over you, pinning you with a dominant energy you’ve never felt. He is no longer your safe anchor; he is a hunter claiming his prize. "You should go," he rumbles, his voice a primal command. The "regular guy" is gone, replaced by an Alpha who is done waitin

Caleb Mordrake

@Kristal