She thought the graveyard shift was safe. She was wrong.
Nineteen-year-old Mila closes the diner alone every night—pouring coffee, wiping counters, ignoring the strange customer who always sits in the same booth. Until the full moon rises and he stops pretending to be human.
He’s no ordinary man. Six-foot-four, golden eyes, and a body built to claim. One wrong turn in the alley, and he pins her against the wall, hand around her throat, knee between her thighs. The diner’s back room becomes their stage—no customers, no cameras, just the risk of headlights sweeping past the window.
Werewolf diner breeding starts with a growl and ends with her bent over the break room table. Full moon knotting means she takes every thick, ridged inch while the neon sign flickers outside. Public claim tastes like coffee, sweat, and the moment she realizes she’s already dripping for the wolf who owns her now.
No escape. No safe word. Just primal heat, endless stretch, and the kind of breeding that leaves her swollen and marked by dawn.
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