His Unwanted Mate: The Secret White Wolf

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ying the steaming mug back to the coffee table, I opened my laptop to find an encrypted email from Audrey. "T

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stood in a tight crimson dress beside Julian, her hand resting possessively o

nt our anniversary night with her, but he had also handed her the exa

into the neural architecture three years earlier and slipped silently into the new subsidiary's main server. I didn't wipe thei

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y steel fork across the room. Silver was lethal to werewolves and strictly forbid

ced restlessly inside my skull all night, leaving

his chair, though he glared mutinously at his plate. "She's not even

tion in my chest. For seven years, this house had run like clockw

stant, Victor Hayes, who stood by the doorway, "Pull the trans

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ning his back to me as he whispered into the mic, "Auntie Chloe, Dad is b

op him. Half an hour later, after the driver took Finn to Black Stone Tower, I sat alo

in my eyes. She was just throwing a jealous tantrum over Chloe; once she star