The Masked Alpha's Secret Contract Bride

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gasped for air as a brutal hang

n my lower back dropped me right back onto th

light of the black-market hotel room, a tall, bro

sleep, he gave off a heavy, suffocating pressure t

my coworker Chloe Sinclair tangled together on my apartment bed. Trapped at the bottom of the pack hierar

n underground bar and reckless enough to drag a random

ted the corner of the blanket. The second my bare

p leather jacket tossed over the sofa, and on the battered, blood-st

was born wolfless-a genetic defect with no Inner Wolf, no ability to shift, and zero combat

ess out from the mess on the fl

ed on my forehead as I yanked it hard. Wi

red-dollar bills. That was my rent money, now red

ight alongside a handful of pungent wolf-repell

y heels, I grabbed my shoes and b

back alley, my chest heaving until I finally

the rearview mirror. I quickly turned

I rasped. In the chaos of last night, I wasn't

olfless girl like me, silver toxicity would burn through my ve

ors of the medical center. Harsh disinfectant i

service kiosk, keeping my head down so I would

ening. Staring at my pathetic bank balance, I bit my l

All I could think about was my grandmother, Martha, lying in the ICU on life support.

ll cup of ice water to calm my racing heart. The freezing liquid slid down my throat

ood draw," an automated female

ushed open the half-closed door of Room 3. A wave of f

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next morning with the taste of her still

but the room was empty-no note, no clothes left behind, nothing but t

th it sat a crumpled stack of bills and a handful of pungen

going cold before it wen

the Supreme Alpha of the Silver Peak Pack and billionaire CEO l

harp claws burst from my fingertips and pierced my palm. My Alpha healing

y medical center a few hours later, rolling a metal

white peaches cut through the he

ry sense in my body screamed in recognition, filling the

es locking onto the door of Room 3 at the