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led my beige cardigan tighter around my shoulders, my eyes scanning the VIP pickup zone. A line of sleek
rching for the familiar, golden thread of my m
thick, impenetrable wall of ice
k, from financial ruin. As the Luna of the Madden Pack, I should have been greeted by my Alpha mate
gray highways, the interior of the Toyota Camry suffocating me with the cloying scent of a vanilla air freshe
pered that I had other resources, other paths. But using them
amplified my isolation. I stepped into the private elevator, watching my pale,
d open into the foyer, my
nt of my Alpha that hit me first. It was a cheap, aggr
loor were colorful tissue papers and satin ribbons. Beside the console table, Caden's Italian leather
thed in the warm, golden glow of the chande
c fibers. They were tying a pink ribbon around its neck. My heart plummeted. It was the exact same toy I had tried to bu
e, sweet cub scent mixing with the sickening rose perfume. "She
chest. My own pup, corrupted by the woman
nst the hardwood. Ca
Alpha aura flared, heavy and suffocating, laced with the distinct irritatio
" he stated, his vo
be tied to mine. "Caden," I whispered, my voice trembling as I clung to
irth
he was throwing for Adalynn. He stood up, his massive frame cast
t this to the party," he said,
al electric thrill of the mate bond; it felt like brushing against a stranger. He wa
he primal, maternal instinct to protect my cub collided. The whimpering ceased. A chilling, de
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