The Lycan Alpha's Hidden White Wolf Mate

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the steady beeping of the heart monitor as

the white sheets. A second later, the old m

n, the cloudy haze of death was gone, replaced

ndfather's hand, the icy mask on his handsome face

Callan sa

dry sandpaper. "Callan... Did the Moo

orner. Seeing that the old Alpha was actually awake, a flash of shameless g

glass of warm water from the nightstand, and leane

glass right to his dry lips. "I stayed by your bed for three days straight trying a ne

could touch the old man's mouth, I lunged acros

ac

ed against the tiled floor, splashing warm

k and glaring at me in fury. "He just woke up from

-dead. "Shut up, you idiot. Do you r

shaking finger. "First she uses disgusting bugs, and now she

ed straight at Callan and Al

ed clearly. "He cannot drink a single drop of water before sunrise. If any liquid enters his bloodstream tonight

tair looked past the weeping woman and

ng thundercloud. He turned slowly toward Bernadette, the

who just pulled you back from the grave, Grandpa. All Bernadette did was pump you full of nutri

waving a weak hand in front of his nose. "Get her out of

ette by the collar of her white coat and dragg

screamed, clawing at his iron wrist, until Callan shoved the do

ered the guards outside. "And tell my legal team to termina

ng off Bernadette's hysterical waili

me, his dark eyes filled with a complex mix

ly toward me. "Young lady, the Romero Pack ow

steel tray and slung it over one

make sure your grandson wires the remaining balan

at night, right when the Hanson Pack's grand party

rides and blocked my pa

one leaving no room for ref

at his stubborn jaw. "

hes her destination is standard Romero protocol," Callan

Alpha would only waste my time. I pressed my lips into a thin line and

is comm, ordering the armed helicopter on the roof to