las

ber whiskey in my crystal glass, trying to drown out the relentless, maddening pacing in my head. Spencer Van

see was th

ears, screaming, begging-*anything*. Instead, she had just stood there and looked at me. Her eyes were complete

inner wolf, snarled viciously, slamming his m

enty," Spencer chuckled, nudging my

mention of Aubree's name grated on

phone vibrated against the heavy mahogany bar. It was

and my blood

car hood: a passport, a birth certificate I had never seen, a

d Global's logistics and my Pack's entire defense grid. I thou

single line of text: *

a pathetic Omega throwing a tantrum. This was a calculated, l

y glass tipped over, shattering against the wood, but I was already mo

n lights blurring into meaningless streaks of color. My phone rang through th

h aristocratic fury. "You need to come home and control your Mate! She

l tightened until the leathe

ping about this Pack's stability," Eleanor hissed. "I took the keys from Mrs. Higgins

I was answering the deafening roar of my Alpha blood. Kael was practically clawing his way

ngine roaring before I killed it. I took

ng scent of cedarwood and snowstorm swallowed the space. Mrs. Higgins stood trembling by the

rs of the master suite. Behind that wood was the

rew my entire weight forward and shoved