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Southern Cross Box Set
– Mychael Black
All five Southern Cross books in one volume! Join the Cross brothers as they meet their fated mates while they deal with life’s trials, pregnancies, and a rival wolf pack.
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EXCERPT from Adrian:
“Shh… you’re safe.”
I licked my lips to wet them. When a cup pressed to my mouth, I had little choice but to sip what I discovered was water. The man set the cup down and sat in the chair by the bed. I closed my eyes again to block the brightness.
“Where am I?”
“Jackson Memorial Hospital,” the man said. The light dimmed a bit. “You fell and hit your head on the sidewalk.”
“Who are you?”
“Adrian Cross. What’s your name?”
“Carter Goodwin.” I opened my eyes again and looked over. An enigmatic, light blue gaze met mine. “Why did you bring me here? I can’t afford this.”
“It’s covered. What’s important is that you’re safe and getting treated. In addition to the fall injury, you have a rather nasty bout of pneumonia.”
I had the feeling that was the case. It still didn’t help the fact that I had absolutely no way to pay a fucking hospital bill. I lifted my right arm where the IV tubing was taped down. A blood pressure cuff was on my left bicep. I sighed.
“I can pay you—or whoever—back. Name your price: cash or sex.”
A low, almost possessive growl snapped my attention back to Adrian. What the fuck?
“Absolutely not. Those days are over.”
I scowled at him. “Who the—”
Adrian leaned closer, eyes narrowed. “I’m going to make this as clear as I can. You will be going home with me, and there will be no more sex with anyone else.”
“Excuse me?” I tried to sit up again, determined to ignore the queasiness that lingered. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”
Adrian drew something from his pocket and flipped it open, revealing a badge. Fuck.
“So you’re arresting me?”
“No.” Adrian slipped the badge back into his pocket. “You’re a wolf. You know damn well what I meant.”
I swallowed and looked away. It explained the scents swirling in my head and overwhelming my senses. I’d heard stories all my life about mates, but that didn’t mean I had to admit a fucking thing. “I don’t know who you are, dude.”
Before Adrian could reply, the curtain slid open.
“Ah, you’re awake,” the doctor said as he stepped into the room. “I’m Dr. Cross.” He extended a hand, which I shook. “How are you feeling?”
Dutifully ignoring the surly cop by the bed, I focused on the smiling doctor. “Like crap, to be honest.”
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