nor

en. A second later, the massive flat-screen

ticker at the bottom of the screen flashed the same breaking new

aising his pulse. He didn't look at the screen; his piercing charcoal eyes remained locked on me. "In the human world, it's business. In our world, a mov

low. Deliberate. The kind o

n murmur, "invites territorial war. It invites blood. It invites enemies

was a Lycan King; he probably knew every humiliating de

und, shoving the screen

mach d

myself into his chest, my face partially hidden by his broad shoulders, but his sharp, unmistakable jawline was perfectly clear. He swiped to t

hird image. The one that

he angle just clear enough to show his face, and my he

ted a long, calloused finger at the angry red bite mark on his colla

ence stretch.

e like some lovesick pup-they will question my judgment." His eyes bored into mine. "And when they question m

to be invisible, trying not to be a burden to anyone, especially my little brother, Jamison.

rowning out any rational thought of running away. "I didn't mean to. I swear. How do I fix this? Te

ply satisfied flashed through his e

t imagi

he stated flatly. As if my

d a drawer, pulled out a thick stack of papers, and walked back. With a sharp flick o

rs at the top of the

UPTIAL AGREEMENT -

between his hard body and the freezing edge of the marble counter. One hand planted on either side of me. His ches

orbit. And some traitorous par

he were finalizing a corporate buyout. "We will turn this incident into a pla

uiting. The transition from a drunken mistake to a forced Pack

a cage built b

k had just