The Alpha's Obsession.

days ha

l room-no, holding cell-was far from the grandeur of the Hunter mansion. A flickering bulb overhea

actually ended up shoved into this cell. Maybe they were afraid I would mess

s tr

d twisted everything I'd known into something ugly. But this was different.

ther side of this door, running the pack's business. But the Evangeline Pack was long gone. Desmond had str

life? If the fire hadn't taken them? I saw it all so clearly-the pride in my mother's eyes, my father'

ten paces across, but it was better than standing still, drowning in

olid steel. No handle. Just a cold, flat surface mocking

le

rapped like this, forced into a marriage with the enforcer of the most dang

s flat. He was probably six feet, something where I barely grew over five feet a

supposed t

w the stories, the rumors of what

g my head against the disgusting w

incapable of giving him the kind of mate o

another reason he was selling me off

added up. How was I supposed to survive this? To call him husba

as nowhere to go. No one to help me. My parents were dead, my pack despised me, and Ethan-s

rying wouldn't change anything. But the panic was b

rt pounding in my chest. A shadowy figure stood in the

figure said, his voi

ped forward, the glint of something metallic catching

insisted, his vo

as hap