rra
ion. I walked to the window, carefully lifting a co
powerful. A tall man leaned against the car, his form imposi
aura he projected made my heart clench. He seemed to sense
was he?Why is he here? Could that mysterious text message have been sent
to a simple black dr
downstairs, fully prepared to call th
e, the man straightened up. He walked toward me
oser, I finall
commercial empire, Houston Holdings. I'd seen him in business magazines. H
rt of my circle, or George's. We had only seen
in the same direction."I suddenly realized that no one except the sender of that anonymous video could possib
A complex mix of emotions washed over me-annoyance at
I stated, no
imply pulled open the back door of the
would be more than enough to have me turned away at the door, or fobbed off with a perfunctory attitude.But with Burton Houston... the outcome would be entirely different.His name alone is a passport-an authority that brooks no question. As the Alpha of the Stone River Pack
car. The interior was spacious, filled with
only sound in the car the steady hum of the engine. I could feel his oc
es of the Thornton estate. As expected, when I gave my name,
is window. The guard's face went pale the mome
his intercom. A minute later, the
ready waiting at the door, a fake smile plastered on her face. But
atrice's voice was filled with surpri
pleasant business," Burton said, his tone flat b
atrice tried to pull me aside, but a
I placed my phone on the cof
nto a thin, hard line. After watching it, her first
almly, stating my demand. "Announcing the dissolution of the engag
ashen. "Kierra, this is
a sharp clicking sound. "Would the Thornton family have more honor if
ad the power to do it. She shot me a v
edia account posted the statement. I reposted it with my ow
n's car, leaving the
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