The Wolfless Girl's Forbidden Alpha Mate

Chapter 8

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on had broken his sacred territorial rule to bring me into Azure Manor

otective instincts around my finger again, the next prize slipping

tire, I skipped past the aggressive reds and blacks,

re: its soft pastel hue looked innocently girlish at first glanc

the plunging V-neck cut low enough to expose the deep curve of

faster than the clash of innocence and filth. I lifted the m

trapped high-heeled mules with eight-centimeter needle heels, en

the bedroom and pushed open the fr

massage tub carved from a single block of bla

ncare jars lined the marble vanity, formulated to leave a

er and rich herbal foam fill the obsidian tub, sending

tossed it into the woven hamper with distast

s as the heat soaked into

uilt up from climbing the manor's stairs finally eased

usiness in his study was a classic alpha power play-leaving me hangin

pet who couldn't breathe without him, I

out of the tub and wrapped myself in a thi

, dabbing only clear hydrating essence onto my eyelids and lips

urpose, letting several wet strands clin

ssamer fabric clung instantly to my warm skin, outlining m

my collarbone stood out starkly against my pale chest,

, I practiced three variations of watery, frightened glanc

clock, the gold hands

hed reviewing his final Pack dispatches-when his mental guar

rossed the silent fifth-floor bedroom while autumn rain

handle of the suite door,

corridor had grown even denser; the bea

shoulders, I stepped out into the hallway

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“I was born Wolfless, a genetic defect that made me the weakest creature in the pack. To survive, I became the kept canary of Dayton Kirkland, the ruthless Alpha CEO. I played the part of a fragile, submissive girl perfectly, secretly selling pack gossip to build my offshore escape fund. But my double life hit a wall when Dayton returned from Europe early and dragged me into Azure Manor-his sacred fortress strictly off-limits to outsiders. Knowing my survival depended on feeding his ego, I slipped into a sheer pink nightgown and threw myself into his lap. "I dreamed you banished me," I sobbed, faking absolute terror. "I'd rather sleep at your feet like a dog than be left behind." I waited for him to swear his protection and bump up my allowance. Instead, the scorching pheromones in the room dropped below freezing. Dayton sneered and slammed a tablet onto his obsidian desk. "Nightmares?" he mocked, pulling up high-resolution surveillance photos. The screen showed me at a charity gala just hours ago, looking calm and calculating in couture, sipping champagne. My blood ran cold. My perfect lie was ripped wide open right in front of the apex predator who could tear me limb from limb for deceiving him. But instead of snapping my neck, his iron grip tightened around my waist, his eyes burning with a dark, twisted hunger. He didn't want a saint; he wanted a scheming liar he could cage. If playing his dangerous game was the only way to secure my millions, I would make him bleed gold.”