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“Jealousy, the desire for power, status, take your pick. These are strong motivators.” Alek held out a hand to help me to my feet. “But poorly executed attacks incited by these things never succeed.”

I shook my head, still stunned by the revelation that tonight’s chaos was my fault.

A triumphant howl came from outside. One I had no trouble interpreting after years of living on pack land during successful hunts. The wolves had been victorious. Yips and barks turned to deep male voices cheering and congratulating each other on kicking hunter ass as the shifters approached. I didn’t let myself look away as Kingston appeared in the doorway, naked, proud, streaked with dirt and blood.

His gaze caught and held mine from across the room, not a single sign of shame or embarrassment as his body responded to me. Several women whistled and whispered at the impressive sight of my mate. Myothermate.