The Alpha's Obsession.

breath. My pulse raced, not from exertion, but from the gnawing panic

I was to be married off to the Lombardi pack. A fo

n pair of jeans and a simple gray dress shirt, I tr

ough the door, making me pause. "You won't

e formal dress-something extravagant, and compl

wedding," I said t

old. "But you need to look the par

breath. "I'm going to work," I insisted, turning to g

bag from my hand and leaving the dress on my single wrought iron

ay? That I'd refuse? Then my only ticket to saving Evangeline Inter

door, leaving me alone with the panic swir

ad vanished-again. Not the first time he'd gone missing, I was used to him up and leavin

ration, and I couldn't shake the gnawing dread of what was coming. Why would Dominico want to marry m

zra stood there, wearing his usual

him. "Dominico Lombardi-do you know what kind of monster he is? Scarred, violent... The la

o let him see it. "I don't care what you thin

u think you'll refuse him? Fight him off?

from me and leered in a way tha

breath making bile rise in my stomac

myself, I swung my fist at him. It collided with his jaw, but before I c

er his hold. I kicked wildly, but he h

sm

look at me, then Ezra, and the smirk th

rked. "You'll get married,

g to free myself. "I'll refuse

hance to." He nodded to his guards, Bartholomew and Callahan, standing

omach, knocking the wind from my lungs. I doubled over, gasping for air,

l than the last. My body screamed in ag

tisfied. "Foolish girl," he murmured, his cold b

ng as I fought to stay conscious. I cou

eam or lash out again,