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Faking Infidelity With The Secret Lycan King

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 1223    |    Released on: Today at 15:28

y

and the first thing my old teacher

artment with an ice pack press

Ashby," I

l's chief interpreter for twenty years

final apprentice. Three years ago, the week before I was supposed to fly out t

spoken to

tly, you lasted a year longer than I bet you would. Are you done wasting t

phone. "I owed you an apolog

her end. "The Council is hosting a delegation from the Desert Pack tonight at The Aster. Sheikh Fais

by, I haven't worked a Cou

she snapped. Then her voice softened, just a fracti

es

in the phot

ic

finished climbing all the

of the staff briefing room at The Aster in a tailored

aining camp were lined up in front of Diane Lowell,

Do you do Council summits a lot?" she whispered. "If I mess up

small shake

se, a sharp voice cut across the

is there someone her

head t

aight at me, her nostrils flaring slightly as she t

Council summit? They'll sme

ainees snickered u

badge pinned to her

ld her final trial in Chicago, there had been one oth

arance was signed by the Council's chief

et. Tessa's face went

side me tugged my sleeve, her eyes huge. "I'm Lindsay Shaw. Wa

Ashby had told the Council to save my

l's party just pulled up. Vaughn Pack's head is meeting him inside to disc

Dire

arble rotunda at the to

o Council security guards we

t issued by the Council," t

pped, his face dark with humiliation as three other Alphas

and saw me comin

d. "Ivy? What

own. I didn't e

opened instantly for my silver Council badge, and stopped in fr

, classical Gulf Arabic, welcoming the Desert Pack to

rise before he smiled and answered me in ra

voice cracked acros

do you spe

d two steps behind him. Ton

s were blinding. I guided the Sheikh toward the hosti

stopped dead

ear-old powerhouse who ran half the energy grid in Texas. I recognized her sharp cheekbones

charcoal bespoke suit that fit his broad s

slated the introductions, gesturing toward th

er with narrowed eyes, their nostrils flaring slightly, as if they w

his eyelashes. He shook the Sheikh's hand as if

ecurity, refining quotas. At the end of a long sentence about shipping schedules, the Sheikh added an offhand m

rt of the formal terms, so I kept my tra

inch toward Ryder, her

take t

fixed on the skyline outside the window. His voice was

ple would share their researc

face twitched as I turned back to the Sheikh and

od the Arabic.

ue spok

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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.”