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The safe house smelled of ozone, stale coffee, and the metallic tang of fear.

They fought through the burning safe house, a lethal dance of instinct and trust. Kira’s Lynx agility let her flip over debris, her shots always finding their mark. Dane moved like a nightmare—silent, unstoppable, claws extending from his fingertips to tear through body armor.

“I’m not a Breed,” she said, her voice cracking. “I’m a failed experiment. I have no pack, no rights. And you’re an Elite Ops commander. Getting involved with me is treason.” lora leigh books

“I couldn’t trust anyone. Not even you.”

She managed a fierce smile. “I can shoot while doing calculus.” The safe house smelled of ozone, stale coffee,

“Because you cracked the wrong file,” he said, tilting her chin up with one calloused finger. “The one about the ‘Genesis Protocol.’ They know you’re alive. And they’ve sent a cleaner team. We have twelve minutes to run.”

Three weeks later, they stood on a cliff overlooking a hidden valley—a sanctuary for rogue Breeds and escaped experiments. The chip had been duplicated, distributed. The kill switch was dying. I have no pack, no rights

Kira tried to pull away, but her traitorous body leaned into his heat. The Genesis Protocol had spliced her with Lynx DNA as a child—enhanced senses, a photographic memory, and a brutal heat cycle that no suppressant could fully tame. She was engineered to be a weapon, not a woman.