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Hunted and broken, her only hope for survival lays in the arms of a feral Alpha that knows no mercy. They keep to themselves in the wilderness, and beta civilization knows to keep its distance. Especially beta women…for fear they may not be a beta after all. The only way to know your true nature is to feel the touch of an Alpha. Omegas may be rare, but every woman knows their fates are hellish—held captive, broken, mated, knotted, and bred. Now her only hope for salvation lays with an Alpha so dangerous even other Alphas know to keep their distance. Even when gulping for breath became agony and her legs threatened to give out. She pushed past the pain and kept going. She had to. What other choice was there? To lie down and die right here in the middle of the forest? Give herself up to the men who were chasing her? Hope muttered the words out loud despite the breath they cost her. She might not make it out of this alive, but she would keep running—keep fighting—to the very end. The brown and deep green of the forest blurred in her peripheral vision as she ran. Every tree, every hill and valley looked exactly the same as every other. And with the thick forest canopy blocking the sun, she had no idea which direction she was headed. For all she knew, she might have been running in circles this whole time. Might crest the next hill and run right into the men who were hunting her. She did her best to force the horrible scene from her mind, but it replayed relentlessly—the shouts, the screams, the blood. She needed to direct all of her energy into putting as much distance as she could between herself and the killers. It was what she had been doing for the last three days. Resting only for a few precious hours each night, ever since the gunshots had broken the stillness of the forest, and her friends had crumpled to the ground. It seemed like a lifetime ago. But only seventy-two hours had passed since Hope, Sandra, and Dave had set up camp. The spot had been beautiful, just steps from the rocky shore of a small, crystal blue lake tucked into the Klamath Mountains barely a quarter-mile off the Continental Trail. Just as it had been her idea to try the faint path leading off the trail late in the afternoon of their first day out. Hope dreamed of hiking the Continental Trail all the way from Mexico to Canada someday. But until she saved the money to take that much time off, she was content to hike sections of it every chance she got. It had been easy enough to talk Dave into coming with her, since he loved the outdoors almost as much as Hope. But his wife Sandra had been less enthusiastic. Like most betas, Sandra was uncomfortable with the idea of spending time in the wilderness, especially when there were such good walking paths around the city of Sacramento. The Continental Trail was nearly thirty miles away from the closest boundary line. And Hope had been right. Hope was gathering firewood, and Sandra was filtering water from the lake when two men walked into their camp. One of tread his heavy boots over the fire Dave had just lit. Fields whose locations were a. Вы можете отметить интересные вам фрагменты текста, которые будут доступны по уникальной ссылке в адресной строке браузера. Старинная литература: Прочее. No woman willingly travels to the Boundarylands. Добавить отзыв.

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