His Contract Luna: The Alpha King's Wolfless Bride

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ion, knee-length white dress Bennet's staff had delivered, the

fluent French into his phone, one hand in his pocket

d around, a dark spark of amazement flashing thro

, feeling like an imposter in clothes tha

ced the thin leather strap of my right high heel h

ed bodice of the dress was too tight, leaving me

ady footsteps approached, and that famili

ithout a second of hesitation, dropped dow

ly tried to pull my foot back, my voice trembli

yes, his large, warm hand wrapping gentl

h my skin, sending a wave of tingling sparks

y, a ruthless predator who made grown warriors tremble, yet he wa

ver the thin straps, handling my ankle as

throat, an invisible hand squeezed my chest tightly, givin

ight away, he kept his hand on my ankle and look

t my ribs as I was forc

" he said slowly, every word carrying undeniable weight.

inferiority I had built around my Wolfless i

y, throwing away the last shred of

arm, a faint trace of gentleness in his eyes. "Let's

sted my hand lightly on his forearm, the rock-hard

's Beta vice president, Carter Davis, nearly dropp

ennet's arm, his jaw dropping

ade Carter snap his mouth shut instantly. "Tell the legal department to fina

bowed his head respectfull

underground garage, where a bulletproof black armo

et shielded the top of my head with his palm as I cli

s, Bennet leaned back and closed his eyes, the silver suppressor

e pack rumors that only Alphas with dangerously viol

ifted, his sharp gray-blu

y and pulled my phone from my c

of bright red notifications flooded my lock scree