The Lycan Alpha's Hidden White Wolf Mate

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of the medical center, where the freezing night w

ry-grade helicopter, its heavy rotors spinning with a de

an naturally reached out his large hand to

e rail myself and vaulted cleanly into the c

ed, he let out a low chuckle, climbed in after me, and buckled himself int

e roar of the turbine engines drowning out ever

hing right against the shell of my ea

tonight?" he asked, his hot breath s

skin nearly touched mine, I kept my eyes g

debt," I replied coldly, "and

eyes gleaming as if he had already pieced together my true identity.

his voice deep and absolute through the headset, "the

urning my head away to watch the gli

pter crossed the border into th

p like daylight. On the massive front lawn, hundreds of wealthy pack elites in tuxedos a

night vision of my White Wolf bloodline, I z

ng white couture gown, the fake daughter was holding a glass of champag

n. Hank, the cowardly driver I had spared earlier, was hiding in

lle listened, the sweet smile on her face twisted into a vicious, triumphant sn

d as cold as midwinter ice, my fingers unconscious

my scent. Following my gaze down to the glowing banquet lawn,

ressed the button on his he

n ordered ruthlessly. "Take us dow

that,

dived straight toward the glittering banquet belo

rty like a hurricane. White tablecloths were ripped off banquet tables, crystal champagne towers

s as noblewomen screamed, holding down their ruined

ropping her glass and hiding behind two burly guards as

cal mother-held onto a maid's arm to keep from falling, her pale face staring

rushed centerpiece of the lawn, its engines whining do

door, everyone wondering which supreme warlord had the a

nd adjusted his cuffs. Turning to me, he h

off some masks,

t out a cold scoff, and brushed right