Bankrupting The Alpha: The Rejected Mate's Ultimate Payback

was cold, but my husband

Jackson said, adjusting the di

istress, Amber, stood wearing a silk

f the private cabin. I booked you a comm

nto my hand. Economy. M

told to fly cargo while a Rogue took my s

esigner bag I bought her, claiming my "healer en

nd, took his mistress's hand, and

ght he held the power because I had

y detail: his name wa

't cry. I pulled out my phone

Hog

evoke their clearance. Ground the jet at the first re

Ma'am? The p

the plane lift off. "Let's see how t

pte

ley

y coat, but 'it couldn't compete wit

were already whining, a high-pitc

t machine. It shoul

wearing, the 'thousands of gallons of' fuel in the tank, and the

old the warmth of a mate. It held the dismissive tone

y.' "Excuse me? We need to board. The Summ

sting his cufflinks-gold, encrusted wi

ing on the jet,

the Luna. I'm the one who secured the Dorse

devoid of the affection that used to be there five years ago. "She just return

of the stairs, framed by the fuselage l

d for myself. It hung loosely on her frame, em

ile. It was the kind of smile

argued, trying to keep my voice

lutching a designer bag I had bought her last Christmas. "It's about atmosphere. Amber needs peace. Your energy.

kept Cornelia's arthritis from crippling her, the power that kept t

pe from his jacket pocke

ercial flight. It le

looked at the ticket. Economy. Middle seat. Tw

economy while a Rogue takes my jet?" I aske

eyes flashed gold-the sign of his Alpha wolf surfacing. "

at Amber'

hing st

pathic bond. 'Jackson, please tell me you aren't doing thi

le

block

up a mental wall against his own mate. It

k on me. "Don't be late to the hotel, Hailey. We nee

r's hand. He kissed her cheek, a tend

red, looked away. They followed their Alpha. They followed the money

t hissed shut. The

burning jet fuel filled my nose, but benea

avy layer of expensive perfume, there was the rot of a

ogo on the tail fin-the Dorsey Wolf. I

snapped. 'Not a br

up and shook her fur. She didn't howl. She growled. A

t the economy t

t was linked to the master trust fund. The trust fund that finan

. The screen was co

personal banker answe

he Gulfstream," I said, my vo

y are alrea

them at their first refueling stop.

Dr. Hogan? The

ught about the document sitting in my safe deposit box

se it. I hadn't want

ade me th

," I said.