Faking Infidelity With The Secret Lycan King

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my father's house, and my stepmother

My father, Silas Lancaster, sat in his leather armchair with a ta

ore Mr. Hargrove could even shut the front door. "Do you have any ide

looking at her and stopp

lmly. "Grant paid twent

tically lunged at my arm. "Twenty million? Where

room asked if I

are yo

he sofa. My half-sister, Violet, was

ed at her face, I saw the living proof of what my fa

lloway elders blamed me for not giving him an heir. Leaving now with twenty million was the only way to

us? Look at you! A wolfless Luna. What did y

breathed out something

r stood

thick finger at the tablet screen. "The p

id evenly. "The picture

es flared bright, furious amber, and the full we

ne

a, Violet whimpered and curled forward, her head pressed down. Every servant a

t move

ood, an Alpha's command

s mocked me for was the only

e turning dark purple. He took one long stride

ac

ide. The metallic taste

stepped forward, his o

king with rage. "I should have dr

ue against the cu

had told me to trust my father

lowly and looked my fat

gn something saying I'm not your daughte

las raised his hand again,

my hand m

way Grandpa Walter had drilled into me in the basement

yes widening as his

hand away and

have a wolf to do it for me. That one was for

her room." Silas roared

. Hargrove stepped between us, his eyes pleading with

n from the foyer, bowing low. "Alpha, A

he pockets of an immaculate gray suit, Mr. Yat

on my swollen left cheek, and the

you had troubl

He looked at me like h

ng it out. It was the contract for the South Loop developmen

her," Grant said smoothly. "Consider the South Loo

n now, he was bu

t o

ropped into the

urning towar

stiffened. "Al

the crystal chandelier. "Throw them out! From today

on Grant and Yates, grabbing Grant by the shoulders of h

oice echoed back through the open doors.

bing at Silas's sleeve. "Silas, are you

one stupid,

been right

round and glared at me

her you go back to Grant, or you stay home and mate Theo

ing in my ches

my father was protecting me.

nd, turned on my heel, and w

rs stepped

oking at them and sp

e and the money. You'll

conds. Then Silas's reflection in the ha

cers step

azing morning sun and di

ter. I was inventory, and