His Unwanted Mate: The Secret White Wolf

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he oven, the heat seeping through my thick oven mit

s the eighth anniversary of the mating contract binding me to Julian Carlisle, the

nt aura inside me. To everyone in the Manhattan pack hierarchy, I was a genetic defect-a wolfless house

rs preferred the Mind-Link to phones because it was instantaneous and could not be hacked. Yet the moment

barrier shut, refusing to let even a fraction of my emotions touch

hone rang for a long time before the ca

message appeared o

to the throbbing vein between my eyebrows. Turning toward the floor-to-ceiling windows, I

d son, Finn. A child with strong Alpha blood should have kno

minute before someone answered, and the gentle swell of a live vi

our dad?" I kept my v

a sugary, breathless la

using a seven-year-old's watc

. She was the cherished heiress of the Sterling family and Julian's childhood sweet

e until my knuckles turned white. "

dinner, and Finn is busy begging me to cut his

our anniversary, my husband had taken ou

ly. "Auntie Chloe, ignore that boring woman! She doesn't ev

cause my aura was sealed, even my own son looked down on me as less than human. My

lice. "A pup's instincts never lie. He needs a powerful, purebloo

I tasted iron, refusing to plead the way I

patient voice came through the receiver. "What? I'

tonight

ou ever do is nag me! I wi

he phone from my ear and watche

ld, the fat coating it in a waxy white film. I walked over t

ond of hesita

ece sliced across my bare calf, drawing a thin bead of blood, yet I felt nothing at all. The

crolled to the contact labele