Escaping The Billionaire Alpha's Cruel Contract

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s a tomb of gray shadows

ite upstairs. Because I was wolfless, my scent-a fragile trace of petrichor and wild freesia-wa

a pale glow over the mahogany desk. My heart hammered against my ribs, a franti

n of the paper sounding like gunshots in the quiet room. Then

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aggressive black ink,

silk robe. I didn't stop there. I hurried to my hidden safe in the East Wing study, grabbed my burner

py was my absolute insurance. For the first tim

ve read 7:00 AM. I stood in the cavernous main ki

pressive scent of smoked cedarwood and cold steel instantly choked

announced, his voice a flat, corporate dec

ed paper burning against my thigh kept my spine s

uarters. From today onward, you will present yourself to the Pack staff as a distant, wolfles

t erase me fro

yes flashed with the feral gold of his Inner Wolf. His *Alpha's Command*

s voice vibrated through my skull, demanding absolut

en. He thought he had just stripped me of everything. He had n

om at the far end of the East Wing. The walls were

pull up the gravel driveway. Declan stepped out of the lead car, his face break

gner trench coat. She immediately pointed up at the Luna's b

but the real blow

carelessly toward a dumpster. I saw the faded floral armchair that had belonged to my mot

fore he died. It was the only piece of my son I had left outside of his ur

in; they were actively desecrating my memories. They wer

edges of the folded termination agreement. The agonizin

me physically drained and starving. I needed fuel. I turned away from the window and headed to