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cheap glass crystals on her bodice, a choked sob tearing from her throat. Unable to bear the crushing weight of a hu

. She threw her hands up, her eyes wide with practiced innoc

ilde's. He took a deliberate half-step back, severing himself from the sinking ship. The s

ozing with stiff, opportunis

ped forward. His eyes gleamed with the sudden realization that I was no

road chest. His scent-cedarwood before a thunderstorm and a roaring b

at rattled the crystal chandeliers. "Funny, Richard, how yo

burning away his fake smile. Pressed against Kingsley, I felt a strange, int

una Victoria Schmidt stepped into the fray, her eyes glittering with v

her. "How does a wolfless Omega, whose family trust funds are entirely frozen, acquire a priceless masterpiece b

own directly in my face. The crowd gasped, their

narl ripped from his throat. His beast was clawing at the surface, ready to tear

pressing my fingers into his tense musc

ked up a fresh flute of champagne. The crowd parted for me as I approached Victoria. She lifted her chin,

glass and slowly, deliberately, poured the golde

ns, pouring a drink at someone's feet was a gestu

y voice barely above a whisper, yet carry

so profound she couldn't speak, the ch

d his throat nervously, tapping the microphone. "L-ladies and gentlemen, if we may proceed

ed stare of my father and the dark, burning confusion in Kingsley'

-number 707. I turned to face the room, my eyes locking on