349. VISUAL TRICKERY
NARRATOR
The Duke heard hurried footsteps in the hallway.
The door opened and closed. Elliot was waiting.
"Elliot, I thought you’d never call for me," Brenda immediately walked toward him, her she-wolf stirring restlessly at the pheromones of that powerful male.
Despite the Duke’s strange ways, he had never revealed his inner wolf to her, nor did he allow her wolf to get close—but they always tried.
Even during sex, when he lost some of his self-control, he remained remarkably guarded.
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