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sterile, clinical glow over the massive oil paintings of past Blackwood Alphas. Their cold, painted eyes seemed to track my every move, but I

. Behind the towering mahogany bookshelves, I punched the code into th

flat on the massive, mirror-like desk. Three days. In exactly seventy

per, the heavy oak doors of the study slammed

acked my scent the moment he returned from the hospital. His inner wolf, Tyrant, was practically clawing at the surface, furious ov

he stack of papers. "You cause a scene at the hospital, refuse my money, and now you rush home to dig

simply tapped the cover page. "It's a notification of ter

For a second, he froze. Then, a cruel, barking laugh ripped from his thr

til his face was inches from mine. "You are a *wolfless* Omega. You have no power, no wolf,

wrist, he backhanded the stack of papers. The heavy parchment scatte

he growled, his voice drop

Alpha's Command to force me to my knees, a s

his breast pocket. The on

e phone, his violent demeanor evaporating into a sickenin

ceiver. *"Damien... the doctors... they said there are unexpected complications. It hurts so muc

e very rumor of *The Waning* I had plan

ffering because of his supposed weakness, struck the most fragile nerve of his Alpha ego. Tyra

tered on the floor. His only instinct was to rush back and prove he

the desk and sprinted out of the study like a hurrica

of the apartment

cattered pages of the contract. My fingers brushed over Magnus

, completely blind to the fact that his d