lin

a subtle reminder that the messes cleaned up here were meant to stay buried. I sat rigidly in a deep mahogany chair, watching th

ak door cli

dn't look like a disgraced, debt-ridden Rogue. He moved with the lethal, silent grace of an apex predator, and the scent that rol

my trembling knees t

gerous, possessive fire flared in his irises. He stared at me as if I were a ghost he had been

was a deep, gravelly rumble that v

een us and offered his hand

ap

d. Even as a wolfless Omega, completely blind to the Pack mind-link and the instincts of an Inner Wolf, the sheer physical sur

fighting a brutal internal war. His eyes darkened to pitch

," he comman

d to access my Pack trust fund. You need a respectable facade and financial compensation to handle your...

haggle, to demand more money, or to show some sign o

rk eyes remained fixed on my face, tracking the

I sign?"

of hesitation. "You don't wan

ike a brand. He picked up the heavy Montblanc pen from the desk

wn. "Let's go to the Marriage Burea

treet. The winter sun glared off the glass skyscrapers, but I barely noticed the c

ly to the curb. The driver's door opened, an

s eyes widened in absolute shock as he looked at the man standing besi

it, the sheer atmospheric pressure made my ears pop. The man beside me hadn't m

instantly shifting into deep, unquestioning submission. Wit

icle to my new contract husband. "A Mayba

othly, his expression unreadable. "I wanted

loped by his intoxicating cedar scent. The heavy door clicked shut, sealing us inside the