My Alpha's Heartless Contract Wife

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Pack meant living your life as a ghost. You were seen, but never truly acknowledged. You took up space, but you held no weight. I was twenty-four years old, long

at with open bars and uninhibited, wolfish posturing, I was up here. Hiding. I was officially a Restorationist and Archival Sp

eeded to feel like I existe

. The names in my contact list were fuzzy gray lines. I scrolled until I thought

ed clumsily ag

action. Send m

sh pillows, giggling at my own boldne

coy. Emboldened by the vodka coursing through my veins, I typ

nd me a hot warrior, or be

stand. There. A joke. A desperate

heavy knock echoe

tumbling off the bed. Or maybe Camr

loppy grin plastered on my

died in

way was not a waiter

ha Declan

ilk robe that hung loosely around his frame, exposing the hard, tanned expanse of his chest and the sharp lines of hi

, pine, and the electric charge of a brewing storm. It was the scent of

eart hammering against my

en directed at me, locked onto mine. Before I could apologize, before I could expla

alloused, cupping the back of

of electricity-sharp and hot-zapped through my skin where he touched me. It was agonizing and addictive a

in the haze of my mind. Wh

door shut with a definitive slam that sealed my fate. The room spun

quickly suffocated by a d

e was beautiful. Terrifyingly bea

as they found purchase on his broad shoulders

training, back when titles didn't matter. But that was year

rrow, he'll wake up and forget the wolfless girl in room 1

gain, a lie I was will

d my arms around his neck, pulling the stor