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in a high-necked charcoal turtleneck-my armor. It hid the bite marks, the physical evidence of my "promotion," b
ng gig. I felt their sneers, heard the whispers about "the Alpha's new pet." They didn't see the woman who ha
shrilled, the sound
k. Now. You have ten minutes." Graham's voice came through
here must have been fifty of them, all unlabeled
had a photographic memory trained for high-stakes intelligence gathering. I sliced through the titles with
t Nightingale. My pulse spiked, a frantic rhythm in my ears. I recognized that code. It had been written in my father's per
until I tasted copper to keep from crying out. My new heels clicked a frantic, uneven rhythm on
t. He didn't look up, but I felt the weight of his presence-the sheer, gravitating p
is voice a low vibration that
s I moved, my blazer shifted. The collar of my turtleneck, slightly askew from my frantic
away. Instead, he reached across the desk, his movements fluid and terrifyingly fast. He hooked a finge
said, his voice a low, dangerous drawl. "Here, I expect profes
a bright, shameful red. But I didn't flinch. I looked him strai
Rogers. My private life
bmission. I just stood there, a wolfless girl standing before a king. His eyes narrowed, and for a fleet
f as I turned to leave. "The Blackwo
ipping out before I could stop
ick with the weight of his Alpha aura. It f
eady resting in your bank account?" He leaned back, a cruel, beautiful smirk playing on his lips. "Wear the black dress I
terfully woven spider's web. But as I sat back at my desk, my hand went to the pocket of my blazer. I touched th
d no idea he had just let a wolf into his i
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