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Faking Infidelity With The Secret Lycan King

Faking Infidelity With The Secret Lycan King

Author: Snootie
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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1114    |    Released on: Today at 15:29

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my ex-husband had his lawyer ca

rst and the air conditioning had died with it. It was a hundred degrees in Chicago. My heels we

The elders trust you'll honor yours. The pack can't s

he last thing he wanted from me

s proof before tomorrow n

t the bottom of the page. Grant

hen island without looking up from his ph

od at taking care of people, Ivy.

wife to nurse h

y price three weeks ago. Twenty million dollars, and I woul

plays m

himed at the e

open, and a m

is waist. He was built like a wall, broad-shouldered and solid, wi

g manager, was dabbing sweat off

apologetic bow of his head. "I'm so sorry for the wa

once at the man's back, and grimaced. H

na. He's all I coul

f. Bottom of t

my skirt. "It's fine,

ked past me int

and a wave of heat came off his skin-

n since I turned eighteen and nothing woke up inside me

dry. I swallowed hard

s, cufflinks, limited-edition watches, the leather armchairs he liked, even the orange Hermès box he had

"Luna, are you moving? D

it hauled to the in

stack of Italian gar

of

wn for a truck." He backed out

e the sharp clank of

nd leaned again

s even bigger. The muscles in his back shifted under the thin black cotton of his tank top

bad?" I

ut tighter than

e wrench for half a b

t h

Not a syl

Dark lashes. Aside from that silver-pale scar by his eye,

y enough that the pack would spit on my name and forget their Alpha

r a crime, I was going

tep into t

nd, as he glanced up through the dim lig

itch-black again. Just the

married?"

ench s

looked at me. His brows pulled

against my ribs.

ds a partner," I said.

was low, gravelly, and flat.

hat's

dn't

the open front door, Mr. Dale was st

weat-dampened shoulders in fr

? Thirty thousand a month. You

an

ped straight out of his ha

the small bathroom felt suddenly thick, pressing a

, taking half a step b

lowly and locked tho

ay wants a f

e of my lip and

e eno

nd on his knee

just to keep meeting his gaze as he towered over me i

ned-up hair down to my bare feet, slow and unhu

character," he said

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Faking Infidelity With The Secret Lycan King
Faking Infidelity With The Secret Lycan King
“The night my ex-husband came for me with a gun, the rogue I'd hired put a silver bullet through his arm and never once let go of my hand. Grant Calloway hit the floor screaming. Alpha of the biggest pack in Chicago, bleeding on concrete in front of his own enforcers. Not one of them moved to help him. They were staring at the man beside me. Black tank top. Scar by his eye. The plumber I paid thirty grand a month to ruin my reputation. Two months ago, Grant's elders needed a scandal so their Alpha could leave his wolfless wife clean. Three years of marriage, and he had never touched me. So I picked the dirtiest sin I could find. I took a packless rogue to bed and let the whole state see the photo. Grant thought I'd paid a model to fake it. He found out it was real at a Moon Council summit, when the rogue walked in beside the most powerful she-wolf in Texas and every Alpha in the room went quiet. He found out again when the rogue pulled me into a linen closet thirty feet from his table. And tonight, on the floor with silver burning in his arm, he finally understood. "Who the hell are you?" he gasped. Ryder crouched down so Grant could see his eyes turn gold. "Hollis." Grant went white. Every enforcer in the room bowed their head. Ryder stood up, pulled me against his chest, and said the one thing Grant had never said in three years of marriage. "She's mine." Grant's mouth opened. Closed. Then my ex-husband, the Alpha who called me boring, the man who made me nurse his mistress's pup, got on his knees. Not for me. For him.”