The Wolfless Girl's Forbidden Alpha Mate

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er backseat, the deafening autumn thunderstorm ou

d wolf eyes burned with raw, predatory greed. As the billionaire Alpha head of the overseas Lancaster Pack-and my owner's

nger clamped hard around m

shed onto mine, tasting of wild cedar and i

f, but a low, dark chuckle rumbled in his throat. With one hand, he pi

l rain like twin blades, sweeping straight across our blac

s, the lightning illuminated a uniform convoy of black sedans be

he ruthless Alpha CEO of the Kirkland empire, passing

ribs. If even a trace of my scent leaked out, that apex tyrant

relaxed in the face of death, pressing

ly and wicked. "With the scent-blocking armor on this rig, n

ast our front bumper, Ephram delibe

only to be swallowed whole by hi

clarity, flashing the image of the twenty-million-dollar "Sunrise Ro

ing heavily as I straightened my disheveled collar and shot him a cold glare. Looking out at th

r the Pack's annual charity gala. In werewolf society, genetics dictated everything from birth, and sil

gown, I held a crystal flute in the corner shadows, pl

s and noble daughters shot me loo

lf," one whispered loudly behind her fan. "Ash

he folds of my skirt, blindly typing on my phone screen to sell the insider financial

tel would fetch, the custom encrypted phone inside my clutch buzzed

never activate or connect to the Pack's telepathic Min

efore hitting answer. The voice on the line belonged not to Day

e Peak Airport in ten minutes," Arthur said, his tone as flat and cold as a machine.

d in annoyance-Dayton wasn't supposed to return for three days, and his

ied, instantly softening my vocal cords so I sounded breathless, thri

nished from my face. I pulled a makeup wipe from my bag

e, I practiced a watery, red-rimmed smile in the mirror until I lo

room, deliberately stumbling against the edge of a champagne table

n dress sneered, looking down her nose at me. "Can a def

bowing my head in utter humiliation before scurr

le, I tossed the lipstick-stained wipe straight i

ing more than priced chips on my ledger, and the man I was going to

in my heels, purposely letting the drizzle soak

ended Rolls-Royce Phantom bearing the license plate of the Kirkland

I could feel a freezing, piercing gaze locked de