My Alpha's Heartless Contract Wife

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Blackwood Pack meant being invisible. I was nearly eighteen, yet my inner wolf remained dormant, a ghost that refused to haunt me. While everyone

ack to finish the drink. The alcohol burned ple

eeded to feel like I existe

. The names in my contact list were fuzzy gray lines. I scrolled until I thought

ed clumsily ag

action. Send m

sh pillows, giggling at my own boldne

coy. Emboldened by the vodka coursing through my veins, I typ

nd me a hot warrior, or be

stand. There. A joke. A desperate

heavy knock echoe

tumbling off the bed. Or maybe Camr

loppy grin plastered on my

died in

way was not a waiter

ha Declan

ilk robe that hung loosely around his frame, exposing the hard, tanned expanse of his chest and the sharp lines of hi

, pine, and the electric charge of a brewing storm. It was the scent of

eart hammering against my

en directed at me, locked onto mine. Before I could apologize, before I could expla

alloused, cupping the back of

of electricity-sharp and hot-zapped through my skin where he touched me. It was agonizing and addictive a

in the haze of my mind. Wh

door shut with a definitive slam that sealed my fate. The room spun

quickly suffocated by a d

e was beautiful. Terrifyingly bea

as they found purchase on his broad shoulders

training, back when titles didn't matter. But that was year

rrow, he'll wake up and forget the wolfless girl in room 1

gain, a lie I was will

d my arms around his neck, pulling the stor