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Sophia
Ours. Oh, yes. I’d just f****d Gunnar—well, he’d actually f****d me and very thoroughly—just a short time ago. In the few hours since, everything changed. We’d found the guy who’d wanted me dead. Dorn had held an ion pistol to my head and I’d realized exactly how much my mates meant to me.
I’d been willing to die to protect Gunnar. No second guessing, no doubts. I’d fallen in love with my mates faster than should be possible. But that was, after all, exactly what Warden Egara at the bride processing center had promised me. The matching process was designed to find mates perfect for me. And, with that asshole’s hand around my throat and gun to my head, I realized they were perfect.
Rolf charmed and beguiled me with his golden good looks and smart wit. Erik’s passion and dedica
