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“Nobody else
    could tell. It even fooled her uncle.”
    He shrugged. “I knew from the minute I saw you,” he said.
    “You knew all along?” I echoed dumbly. And he still married me? Why?
    “How did you know?”
    He smiled at me. “We all have our secrets. I may tell you some day.”
    I wanted to demand an answer, but I was hardly in a position to do so.
    “I’m really sorry about the problems this is going to cause,” I said, sincerely. “I just didn’t want to see her forced into an arranged marriage. So, I guess I should leave now…”
    He looked at me questioningly.
    “Leave? For where?”
    “Well, you’re going to want to arrange an annulment right away…hey, Kray said that he could arrange
    for someone else to marry you. Maybe he’ll do that?” I said, my voice quavering. For some reason, the
    thought of someone else marrying Max made my stomach lurch.
    “Who says we’re getting an annulment?”
    “But…”my jaw dropped. He was joking, right? He had to be joking.
    I gestured at myself. It was a hot day, I was sweating, and the dress I was wearing clung to me in all the wrong places. I’m a pear shaped girl with wide hips and big boobs and a big butt. I have a generous belly.
    He looked me up and down, his gaze roving slowly over my body. His eyes gleamed with appreciation,
    and his gaze lingered on my face, then my breasts, sweeping slowly downward…
    It felt like a warm caress, and I shivered with desire under his appreciative appraisal.
    “I like what I see.” His voice had gone low and rough.
    “Y…you do?” My voice quavered. “But…I’m…rather large.”
    “Child-bearing hips, as my mother would say.” He flashed a wicked grin. “The better to grab and hold
    you with.”
    “Most guys want someone slimmer. Someone who can run through the woods and look good in a
    bikini.”
    “Oh, I’m sure you look positively delicious in a bikini.”
    I couldn’t hide the shock on my face. Me? In a bikini? With my ripply belly and big, soft thighs?
    He walked over and seized me by the hips, pulling me up against him. I felt his thick, hard cock,
    pressing into my stomach. He held me there firmly, looking down into my eyes, and I felt a wave of desire so intense that it turned my knees to liquid and I stumbled.
    “You question whether I’m attracted to you?” His voice rumbled up low and sexy from his chest.
    Oh, my God. This was so unfair. I was in a bedroom full of sex toys with the hottest guy in the
    universe, and he was technically my husband, and he was pretending to flirt with me.
    And he was undoubtedly trying to mess with my head to get back at me for tricking him, which sucked.
    I grabbed his hands, pulled them off of me, and took several steps back. I was still turned on, but also kind of mad. He was making fun of me, which really hurt.
    “There’s no way you want to stay married to me,” I said. “You wanted to marry Camille because she
    was beautiful and would look good standing next to you at all those pack meetings, and because her uncle’s pack is wealthy and powerful so they’d make a good alliance. I don’t come with either of those attributes.”
    His gaze turned dark. “Everybody seems to be telling me what I want in a bride today,” he said. “Are
    you a mind-reader?”
    “What I’m trying to point out is, you wanted to marry Camille, and I’m completely different from
    Camille! I would make a terrible Alpha’s bride!”
    “Why’s that?” Now he looked amused. He hadn’t moved towards me again. So, yeah, he wasn’t really
    into me; I mean, sure, he was probably kind of turned on, because we were both standing there next to a bed full of sex toys. But that was obviously as far as it went.
    “Well, I’m not political at all. I tend to speak my mind, and I’m not always tactful.”
    “So you’d be perceived as strong and unafraid.” He nodded approvingly. This really wasn’t going the
    way it should. I should be halfway off the property by