Ryker
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Ryker paces the length of his office like a caged storm.
His boots hit the floor in sharp, angry strides.
His jaw is locked.
His wolf is restless.
How is she supposed to heal if she won’t eat?
The thought snarls through him.
He growls under his breath, raking a hand through his hair.
And that shock—
That jolt that shot through him when he touched her—
He scowls.
Where does she get off shocking him with her powers?
He’s the Alpha King. No one shocks him.
No one.
Except her.
He stops pacing.
Then he stomps toward her room, fully intending to… what?
Comfort her?
Threaten her?
Force her to eat?
He doesn’t know.
He just knows he can’t sit still.
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