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grand gates of the Palmer Packhouse, a fleet of black bulletproof SUVs idled, their engines
air. His face was deathly pale, his eyes swirling with
y Warrior growled, grabbing my b
vel, my blood running cold
rous warning. "I, Alpha Harold, command you to get in that transport,"
. But as the command hit me, a strange, icy resilience flared deep within my veins.
widened in she
"I will not marry you. My father and Alpha Heir Braydon are playing you for a fool. They forged a death warrant against my mother to force
rd. Bryce's head snapped toward Braydon, his
you lying bitch!
heavy leather boot slammed into my ribs with the force of a freight train. I flew backward,y. "Do not listen to this insane girl!" he shouted, feigning the heartbreak of a betrayed father. "Her mother, Estelle, is
an to sneer at me, easily sw
My ribs screamed in agony, but my hands were steady as I reached into my
rasped, tossing it di
other mating with a Rogue. His knuckles turned white, the paper crinkling under his furious gr
rippled fool you can just toss your garbage to, Harold? I will not accept this insult. Luna Queen Augusta
n't the suffocating pressure of an Alpha. It was something far more terrifying. A fai
tention upward. High above, on the secluded balcony of the Packhouse'
, his abyssal black eye
Prince Bryce is humiliated,"*
ced hearing caught Ezekiel's cold, rumbl
k amusement in his eyes, a silent acknowledgment of my defiance against t
of absolute power, stubborn weakl
his wheelchair around and barked orders for his men t
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