Page 80 of Cowboy Bull's Promise

Not the Rut.

Not this twisted, terrifying biological bomb ticking inside him.

Because I overheard them.

Kian didn’t even know I was there.

But I heard every word.

He expects the Rut to hit him hard.

His Bull is going to lose control. Not metaphorically.

Literally.

There’s some deep, ancient instinct that’s going to override everything else.

His mind.

His soul.

Me.

And when that happens, he’ll be driven by one thing and one thing only.

The need to breed.

To propagate the species.

To fuck.

Other women.

Not because he wants to.

But because if he doesn’t, he might turn into his Bull.

Forever.

No more shifting back.

No more Kian.

Just hooves, horns, and a soul that used to be his.

Until it dies.

What the actual fuck?

This isn’t the romantic, slow-burn, fated love story I grew up reading.

This is a goddamn Greek tragedy dressed up in boots and muscles and a flannel that smells like my future.

And the worst part?

I don’t want to run.

I should. I know I should.

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