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metal stairs first, my muddy combat boots and plain black hoodie standi

of wealthy guests stared up at me with wide, baff

the maid beside her pointed at me in shock. "Luna! Isn't that Coralie-th

ght behind me. As he walked down the stairs, the suffocating, god-like aura

ner of the banquet as pack

That's Alpha

the Romero Corpora

as she saw Callan's handsome, cold face, the terror in her

e, grabbed Danelle's arm and screeched excit

on banquet!" Chloe gushed, puffing out her chest. "Remember when he was the chief judge at the

with sudden awe and envy, whispering about how the Hanson Pack was ab

lled to its peak. She straightened her back, tucked a loose stran

lifted the hem of her wine-stained white gown and wal

ted her eyelashes and spoke in a

end my party," Danelle purred. To show off their supposed closeness to the c

icured fingers could brush his fabric, he took a sharp half-step

owering height, his brows furrow

ing clearly across the silent lawn, "and what makes you

face. Her hand hung awkwardly in midair a

nervously. "A-Alpha Callan, you must be joking! This

Alpha Dominion toward her, and the invisible pressure slammed Chloe straight o

In front of the entire elite society, the ruthless billionaire lowered h

you home safely

as they stared at my cheap hoodie in disbelief-Alpha Callan Romero wasn't here

eyes bulging with sheer terror and venom, as if she

he pointed a trembling finger at my fac

e?" she shrieked hysterically. "You'r

clapped both hands over her mouth, staring in horror at the adop

ked slowly up to Danelle, look

the screenshot of Hank's text message-The Rogues tore her to

ce slicing through the night air like ice. "Your three

es ago, Danelle's legs turned to jelly, and she collapsed

down at her like an ant. "Your little p