Chapter 18 Chapter Eighteen

“Fuck,” Julian growled under his breath, shoving back from the desk, pacing like a caged animal. Knotting alone wasn’t just humiliating—it was unheard of.

And it sure as hell wasn’t supposed to happen because of a dream.

The knot won’t go down. Sweat beads his brow, his chest heaving as the minute...

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