The Alpha Signed Away His Fated Mate

ibition, surrounded by the Pack elite

he Alpha Prim

ive on the news, shielding another woman-a leggy B

ct because I couldn't shift, he was play

office with a stack of borin

everance Bond-an archaic law dec

busy laughing with Isabella to notic

d vanished into the night, taking t

Swiss Alps during a blizzard, he expe

looked him in the eye and sa

ater, when our daughter's blood bega

s at war with her body, and my

the number I swore I

bed. "It's Lun

e like a resource tore thr

Alpha Prime didn'

me to

pte

ra

expensive champagne and Chanel No. 5, but undern

the shaking. The Pack elite circled like sharks in tuxedos, swirling their drinks. T

ittle thing" glance reserved for a

thout breaking stride. She didn't care about the art. She ju

hone. Black sc

tor is starting.

mate bond feels like a live wire-a hum of electricity

against my ribs, despera

someone muttered by

he "Pack Alliance Summit" downtown. Rain lashed the city

nt

houlders stretching a custom suit, jaw set like granite. Th

assenger d

ore than my entire exhibit. She stumbled in her heels. Dante's hand shot out, catching her waist. He

dn't

ath them: *Alpha Sovrano

ed stares burning into my back. My scent-usually vanilla

buzzed.

business ran

orry." No "Good lu

xcuses. Being Alpha Prime of a Chicago business empire meant sacrifice. Since I wa

sacrificing an

coming, li

ing, was leaning against the emergency exit. He smelled

my eye fast. "Yo

, Elara. You're not a partner to him. You're a Xanax. He comes to you to

se my Luna voice. But I didn't have a

f went

sou

still on the small of Isabella

st didn't break. It

g. "That lawyer you mentioned. The

? That's archaic law, Elara. It declares a mate u

ization cold and sharp. "He thinks I'm too stupid to u

TV. I turned my back o

number. I'm