The White Wolf's Pregnant Mate, Marked For A Second Chance

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ckstone Group headquarters, carrying a container of my fa

evoted mate, his face a perfect

setting the food on my desk. "I'

elt nothing but a cold, hollow ache. The video Kaelan had shown m

side me, "I was thinking we could make Seraphina the new face of our renew

g cold. He wanted to use pack mo

aid, my v

difficult. It's

icult?" The words came ou

estly? Yes. Let's be pragmatic. Your public appeal is waning

d it so casually, as if he w

m about the quarterly projections. You should

I used my keycard to lock down the executive elevat

raight to the

s, the head of technology and a wolf whose loyalty was to me, not to

oom seemed to crackle. Marcus took an involuntary step back, his eyes wide. He didn't

orporations, secret transfers, and laundered pack funds dat

verseas gossip blog. The headline read: "Mysteriou

ooking the Mediterranean, a triumphant smile on her face. A home bou

d nothing but the bitter taste of betrayal. A low, keening sound threatened to escape my throat, the sound of my inner wolf'

e a strained whisper. "And plant a monitorin

door burst open. It was Damien, o

n up the stairs. All 22 floors." He fussed over me, straightening my colla

laughed. He was putting on a show for an audience that no

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