Betrayed Bloodlines: The Alpha's Final Penalty

, her voice dropping into a register that was cold, final, and dangerous.

rugged features. He looked less like an Enforcer and more lik

y distraction was a bit too effective. My friend just finished her 'incident' in the back. I'll leave you to your thoughts and your wine." She glanced a

tunity to vanish into the crowd, her heart ha

where she had disappeared. He didn't move until a mass

asked without turning. "Don

mb drive in a closed fist. "I'll have the pack's tech-shadows sweep it for silver-lac

in the Nightwood closet," Rowan commanded, his voice tight with a new,

d whine. Adriana-Lucian's new prize-marched toward the ta

ing the way the surrounding wolves bared their teeth at the noise. "And then another one practically

clearly a string of unfortunate omens. I'll cov

persisted, her face flushing with indignation. "The

rked you?" Rowan asked,

, b

your blood-wine and let the sile

moments before. She looked around the table with suspicio

ark liquid in his glass. "She scented the wrong tab

d she bolt l

lass down with a definitive clack. "I don't care if she settled her tab, and I certainly don't

Ashcroft, I hear there was a skirmish in the stalls. I cannot have an Enforce

won't drive me from your territory," Rowan replied, the edge o

Consider it a gift of p

signaling to his guards. "But the next h

smelled of rain. Rowan ignored Adriana

driver, his eyes fixed on the dark horizon. "I'll ride wit

n't coming back to my den tonig

constant snarling and your endless need to critique the pack's hospitality has made my

dio, the glowing screen of her phone the only light in the room

other end was deep, resonan

ng my silence at this hour?" Sere

the guts of the drive you handed me. I need to know how a Lu

smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "It's two in the morning

to a dangerous whisper. "You have blueprints for their silver-smuggling routes and the r

hardening into steel. "He forgot that trophies are often