Betrayed Bloodlines: The Alpha's Final Penalty

indow, her reflection ghost-like against the glass. The betrayal had shifted something deep in her marrow; the "

asked, her voice devoid of the tremor that had defined

he stalks his prey. Rowan Ashcroft is a shadow, yes, but he has a singular weakness: the vintage blood-wine Isabella impor

n? That's high-risk territory. If Lucian catches

ntered, a sharp glint in her eyes, "but she's built a network of elite collectors and killer

avy, clumsy. "I might be walking in with empt

evice," Freya command

thumb drive. Serena's breath hitched-her sister's name was Valeria, a constant stin

the scent trail or lock the archives fr

, Serena. Every hockey contract, every mafia hit-list, every offshore a

ocently on the side table. "My laptop is for watching game highlights and sketching. H

r voice dropping to a growl. "Besides, his comment about you being a 'proud aunt' to your sister's bastard just lit a fire under

r face etched with a worried grace. Behind her was Caleb Turner, a high-ranki

them, her eyes red-rimmed. "The trust fund for the firstborn heir is tied to the

ery day. That heir will have more gold than it knows what to do with, but we don

r hands fluttering to her throat. "We'r

rd Serena. "Hide this drive in the hollow of your hockey stick or somewhere he won't

tal of the drive in her hand. "I am. I'm no

nd," Freya added, checking her phone. "Your sister had the audacity to

" Serena spat. "I'm not showing u

your blood, Serena. I'm caught in the crossfire of

hrough the surface. "Your daughter scented my mate and hunted in my den for a y

shot on the ice. A mistake is forgetting a council meeting. Systematic adultery with your sister's Alph

Evelyn pleaded. "She's jus

decree like it was a scouting report and told her to vacate the den so Valeria could move in. And now

ked for the house? You d

eping the estate. I'd rather burn it to the ground and s

eb offered darkly. "You can mo

ween them widening into a canyon. "I hate them. I

er, Serena," Evelyn insis

ecause he wanted a trophy on his arm at the hockey banquets. I followed his training cycles, ate the raw-heart diets he demanded so I'd stay lean, and w

ght of eight years of repress

beady eyes and a weak

is innocent blood

hope it's a female, too. Nothing would sting Lucian's ego more than

e dramatic names from the old human films. Maybe this is jus

her. She's carrying a Graves heir now, and the pack h

eserves the silver. But he's the one I want to bleed. I want Lucian Grav

"Well, if you really want to kick the hornet's nest

n finally taking root. "Dominic," she breathed. "Now th