Claimed By His Uncle: The Lycan's Forbidden Mate

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asn't society wear; it was executive armor. I put it on without argument, pulling my silver-

grand dining hall,

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om my boots to my pinned hair, lingering on the sharp collar of my blouse for

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chime against the porcelain. He wiped his

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armored SUV, speeding through the mornin

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nce. He turned to the SUV

ut, Ce

ock, and placed my hand in his. His

, passing a dozen elite wolves pinned to the

he massive mahogany doors. Two terrified doormen

to the grand

, sipping tea with cruel anticipation. Darrien stood beside her, a fresh white bandage taped across hi

the threshold, the r

Darrien stumbled back a half-step, his smirk

ed completel

of the hall as if he owned the foundation beneath their feet, led me dire

straight, hands res

eavy, possessive hand on the carved mahogany crest above my

, and laced with terrifying menace. "From this moment forward, her life

und was the frantic rattle of Beaulah's teacup aga

and resting inches from my shoulder, radiating an unyield

ent, humiliating crimson, his eyes darting w

do you think you are, bringing her into our family home?! Celeste is my fiancée! Sh

He didn't raise his voice. He simply part

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f a concussion grenade. A shockwave of pure bi

ere ripped from the floor. He flew backward through th

collapsed into the debris, coughing violently, blood spil

dropping her cup, crawling ac

ng cold sweat. He raised both hands in a despera

cking with pure terror. "Please! He didn't know-

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