Wolfless, Unbroken Abandoned novel Chapter 20

Chapter 20

reston smirked at the strained expression flickering across Georgia’s face

With a cruel edge to his voice, he taunted, “Georgia, you’ve been quite the revelation today. I wonder how your brother would react if he saw you looking so… pitiful.”

You can’t do this, she thought, biting back the words she almost spoke. Her fingernails dug into her palm as a cold clarity swept over her. She refused to meet Preston’s gaze in the mirror, terrified that he might see right through her facade.

“Mr. imprisoned in a werewolf penitentiary. The

Hill,” she said quietly, “I don’t have a brother anymore. I’m a rogue, o Silver Stream Pack would never accept a murderer like me.”

Preston blinked, caught off guard by her confession. Then a harsh laugh escaped him. “Georgia, I misjudged you. You’re colder than I thought. No wonder you crossed that line.”

His words sliced through her like a blade, sending tremors deep into her core. She thought bitterly, Cold–blooded? Preston, you’re the one who made me this way.

“But I have to ask,” he murmured, his tone dripping with dark curiosity, “if your heart’s so frozen, does your body feel the same? Or…?”

Georgia stiffened when she heard the implication.

Suddenly, a scorching heat pressed into her back. Preston’s hand clenched tightly around her waist, and a shiver of fear raced through her veins. Her eyes flicked downward, catching sight of his palm resting against her abdomen

Though his intention was to humiliate her, Preston found himself drawn closer, intoxicated by the faint scent that clung to her skin. His wolf snarled beneath the surface, battling for control. Luca, his primal side, sought dominance, but Preston struggled to hold on.

His fingers fumbled with the buttons of Georgia’s coat, sliding beneath the fabric of her dress. She trembled again, feeling

the warmth of his hand.

ring a sweater under the coat. It was summer, yet her body

ory was

Preston’s brow furrowed in confusion–Georgia was wearing

cool beneath his touch.

Wolves typically ran hotter than humans, built to endure the cold. Preston couldn’t grasp why Georgia flinched from the

chill

He hesitated, reaching to lift her sweater.

“Preston!” Georgia’s alarmed voice stopped him.

An electric jolt seemed to pulse through his fingertips at the sound of her voice–a strange, thrilling sensation,

He narrowed his eyes, asking. “What did you just call me?”

Her shoulders shook, and she forced out, “Mr. Hill,”

Beneath the sweater, his hand continued its slow, maddening caress over her belly, sparking a surge of electricity through

her nerves.

The touch drifted dangerously close to a wound she desperately wished to keep hidden.

Her heartbeat quickened, and she gasped, “Mr. Hill

“Yeah?” he whispered, his voice thick with desire.

She bit her lip. “Mr. Hill, didn’t you already reject me? What about Giselle?”

At the mention of Giselle, Derek’s y

Suddenly, clarity returned. His desire evaporated, replaced by a raw, bitter hatred for the woman in his arms–the same woman who had taken Giselle from him.

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