Fixed: Fur Play by Christine Warren

Others in Manhattan) had begun to discuss plans for revealing the existence of their kind to the human world. It posed a big risk, but Honor saw the necessity behind it. It now felt almost inevitable, so why not work to ensure it happened on Lupine terms?
    Honor just couldn’t risk allowing a new alpha to regress and take the pack with them. It wasn’t an option.
    The final reason why she couldn’t bring herself to lose any of her challenges didn’t exactly qualify as noble, but it was honest. Her pride wouldn’t allow it.
    Period. End of story. After all these years of proving herself to her father and the world, she simply couldn’t fathom the idea of losing a fight. It went against every fiber of her being. She fought to win, and to lose would not only be to lose her position—and potentially her life—it would be to lose face in front of the entire pack. If she did that, how would she ever be able to look at their faces again?
    She couldn’t. Therefore, she couldn’t lose the challenge.
    “Welcome back to square one,” she muttered under her breath.
    She also couldn’t afford the distraction presented by her Silverback guest.
    Somewhere, she figured, the gods must be laughing at her. She couldn’t think of how she might have pissed them off, and that was the only possible explanation for why this must be happening to her now. Why else would the powers of the universe have sent her mate in the middle of the most complicated period of her life? Could they find worse timing? Not only did she not have the time for a mate, or the energy to dedicate to one, but how the hell was she supposed to stop fighting to save her pack so she could show her belly to the new dog sniffing around her?
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    This just was not going to work. She knew that. It didn’t matter that the man made her heart race and her blood heat and her body clench. It didn’t matter that he left her with rapid breath and damp panties. She couldn’t have a mate right now. End of story.
    The really inconvenient part, though, was that she didn’t think Logan had read that memo. He seemed determined to take what he wanted, when he wanted it and damn the consequences. It was a pretty predictable Lupine response, especially coming from a man as dominant as Logan Hunter, but that didn’t make it any easier to deal with, given the present circumstances. Honor had a hard enough time keeping her own raging hormones under control, without having to deal with the source of those hormones doing his damnedest to incite further raging. It just wasn’t going to work.
    Yeah, and if she kept telling that to herself often enough, she just mind end up brain-damaged enough to believe it.
    Swearing, Honor flipped her calendar open and began leafing through the pages once more. Time to stop brooding and concentrate on some real work. She got as far as opening to the proper page before a loud knock on her door called her attention. She snarled. “Come in.”
    She looked up to see a tousled brown head poking through the slightly open door. It wore Max’s puppy dog expression and just below it dangled a bag containing the local bakery’s chocolate frosted donuts. “Is it safe?” Honor checked the side of her mouth for drool. “It will be if you throw those donuts in first.” Theobromide be damned. She wanted those chocolate donuts.
    Besides, the amount of chocolate an adult werewolf would have to eat to get a bellyache from the toxic chemical defied comprehension. It defied Honor’s comprehension, at least.
    She caught the bag as it sailed toward her head and had swallowed half of the first donut before Max even managed to park his butt in the chair in front of 68

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    her desk. She’d skipped lunch again to avoid running into Logan and skipping meals was not a good idea for a Lupine.
    “So,” Max said, lounging back in his chair, one ankle crossed negligently over the other knee, “what’s up with the Silverback dude?”