lla

rtin didn't smell like new l

sensory assault, a reminder that even miles away, Dallas Marshall was wrapping his fingers around

her seatbelt. "This sound system is insane.

tly, the large touchscreen dashboard lighting up. But before I could select a playlist, a mess

ing games. Come ho

ords hung there, glowing with a possess

creepy, obsessive psycho level." She poked the screen with a manicure

rs his property," I muttered, quickly dis

han his entire house now," Azalea smirke

t waking from slumber. I was fleeing one monster only to drive straigh

s coffee shop. The scent of roasted beans and sugary pastr

phone across the table. Her playful demeanor ha

to of Katherine Parrish smirked back at me, her arm draped possessively ov

lfless parasites who think they can climb the

y cheeks. The comments section was already filling with la

aid, taking a sip of he

, Azalea Sterling-daughter of the Alpha King

a comment. It was a death threa

you shoul

upted, waving a hand dismissively. "Besides, you

d a finger

ft for me. I quickly tried to readjust it, but Azalea's hand shot out, stopping

ed, leaning in closer, her voice dropping to a c

my neck throbbed under her scrutiny. It was where Dallas's teeth had g

door," I stammered,

ks of possession." She narrowed her eyes, scanning my face. "Who is he? And d

ng's daughter that her father had bought me, clai

looking down at my coffee. "He's a

ment, the tension stretching thin

Goddess, Adella! That is the perfect revenge. Let Braydon rot

didn't know I was hol

able. The screen flashed a caller ID that

ening reflexively. She answered, her voice shiftin

st my ribs. She listened for a moment, her e

The voice on the other end was low, indistinct, but the tone of

looked at me,

voice tight. "He wants us at the f

dread pooling

looked at me, a flicker of suspicion warring with her confusion

on my finger feeling heavier than ever. Dallas wa

lied again, standi

he King was summo