Sold to a Mate-Beater Alpha, the Billionaire Wolf King Begs Me for Three Heirs

lis

stion, I woke at dawn with a

room, dropping to my knees in front of the toilet as I

les, I stared at my hollow, ghos

errell wanted to lock me up as a breeding vessel. And this ba

ild, Ferrell will lose interest in me, a

versized black hoodie, and tucked my hair under a baseball cap and face mask. Slipping out of

ach churn all over again. Half an hour later, I stepped off at a damp, shadowy alley and fol

side reeked of formaldehyde and stale blood. A few gaunt

ept my voice low as I spoke to the on

ld in my belly

with his cloudy eye an

antee you walk out alive. Si

m my pocket, I slapped the bills onto the desk, signed a fake na

n plastic sheet. As the blinding surgical lamp flickere

red silently to the

ook the ground outside, followed by an ea

hrough the clinic's outer wall, sending cinder

ell

boardroom table in the Cummings corporate tower, listening

tly that I gasped for air. My fountain pen snapped against th

the permanent Marking bite on her neck, the innate Fated Mate bond allowed high-i

my chair and striding into the corridor with

renda tried to sell her to Guy Odonnell," Iain said rapidly, checking his tablet. "And five minutes ago, she

y throat as I punched the reinforced glass wall o

ugh the Mind-Link before sprinting to the elevator and taking the wheel of my armored SUV myself, floorin