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Intro. No one approached Isabella. Too beautiful, a body that drew attention wherever it went… but her mind seemed attached to another phase of life. It speaks sweet, children's gestures, plush in the lap and too soft to a world full of pheromones, jealousy and savagery. The omegas laughed at the back, the alphas turned their face - or pretended that they didn't want what she didn't even know she carried. Except Jungkook. He never got involved with anyone. Cold, straight, full of anger in the eyes. A hybrid of dangerous blood, part wolf, feline part. And was in heat. Locked in the room, trying to keep control, trying to contain the instincts that shouted by mating, brand, dominion. But it was her smell - sweet, pure, unprotected - that made everything come out of the axis. She forgot the suppressor. He felt. She appeared at the door. He almost lost control. Now the two were there. One step between self -control and disaster. Between pain and pleasure. Between fear ... and delivery. And the worst of all?

Jungkook

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