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e. Not the stale beer and cheap perfume of the Pack's charity gala, but an intox
e in my brain. I was a wolfless Omega. I shouldn't be in a penthouse. I shouldn't be in *his* bed. The residual heat beside me and the sound of
rd, clutching the silk to my chest,
water dripping down his dark hair. My eyes caught the ugly, twisted scars melting the skin on his right outer thigh-permanen
ho had just shared a bed with someone; he sounded like a billionaire CEO closing a hostile takeover. "A mate contract. A w
. "A contract? You want to
corner. Folded neatly was a pristine Chane
t was a level of omnipotence that made my stomach churn. He wasn't just lookin
t, my voice trembling but defia
gleam flashed in his eyes. "Julian Kane is an obstacle easily removed," he stated, his tone dripping with i
eb he had spun around me suddenly pulled tight. He wasn't just the
, grabbing the clothes and
ng like a beautiful straitjacket. When I emerged, he was
the problem," he warn
shot back, my hand already on the heavy oak door. "At
lent, thick-carpeted corridor. The mirrored elevator reflected my pale, terrif
doorman gave me a reverent nod, but I ignored him, my eyes scanning the stre
tly to the curb, cutting off my path entirely. Th
y suit, was Elias Vance-the Pack's Beta, the H
n't reach his eyes. "Good morning, Ms. Vance. Alph
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