nor
against the freezing edge of the marble counter, every nerve ending screaming that I
INDING & PRENUPTIAL AGREEMENT-my vision swimming, m
her entire life being chosen by no one. I forced myself to look up into his ruthless, charcoal eyes. "Out of all th
. He looked at me the way a billionaire evaluated a distressed asset-
s to exploit," he said, each word landing like the strike of a gavel, "are the perfect, uncom
ici
ed in my head-calling me a charity case, a joke, a burden. To Caleb, I was garbage to be discarded. To the Lycan Ki
ing absolutely nothing threatened to drown
my flinch. Of course he did. He noticed ever
ent of sharp cedarwood, a raging rainstorm, and rich Cuban tobacco wr
meant only for me. "When it ends, you walk away with an eight-figure trust fund. Enough money to ens
He had investigated me. Thoroughly. H
until his lips were a whisper away from my ear. "As my Mate, my Luna, you will never again be a wolfless charity case. Yo
deepest, most bleeding wound in my soul and offered the exact
my brother. Revenge against everyo
olid gold Montblanc pen into my palm. His fingers brushed mine, and th
mix of trauma, exhaustion, and the desperate need to esc
r Har
he ink dried
ood turne
es. It wasn't satisfaction. It wasn't triumph. It was a terrifying, predatory hunger-the look
the mask of the cold, calculati
tanium safe embedded in the wall. Click. The heavy metal door sealed
ely devoid of the seductive warmth from a moment ago. "There is
ep up with his whiplash-inducing sh
ted, checking the heavy Rolex on hi
way back up my throat. "Today?
rs and my rivals are already circling. If we wait, they will a
orce of his Alpha aura pushed against me-a sil
ours, my life had been violently ripped from my
alked toward the bedroom. The ticking of his watch e
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