nor

against the freezing edge of the marble counter, every nerve ending screaming that I

INDING & PRENUPTIAL AGREEMENT-my vision swimming, m

her entire life being chosen by no one. I forced myself to look up into his ruthless, charcoal eyes. "Out of all th

. He looked at me the way a billionaire evaluated a distressed asset-

s to exploit," he said, each word landing like the strike of a gavel, "are the perfect, uncom

ici

ed in my head-calling me a charity case, a joke, a burden. To Caleb, I was garbage to be discarded. To the Lycan Ki

ing absolutely nothing threatened to drown

my flinch. Of course he did. He noticed ever

ent of sharp cedarwood, a raging rainstorm, and rich Cuban tobacco wr

meant only for me. "When it ends, you walk away with an eight-figure trust fund. Enough money to ens

He had investigated me. Thoroughly. H

until his lips were a whisper away from my ear. "As my Mate, my Luna, you will never again be a wolfless charity case. Yo

deepest, most bleeding wound in my soul and offered the exact

my brother. Revenge against everyo

olid gold Montblanc pen into my palm. His fingers brushed mine, and th

mix of trauma, exhaustion, and the desperate need to esc

r Har

he ink dried

ood turne

es. It wasn't satisfaction. It wasn't triumph. It was a terrifying, predatory hunger-the look

the mask of the cold, calculati

tanium safe embedded in the wall. Click. The heavy metal door sealed

ely devoid of the seductive warmth from a moment ago. "There is

ep up with his whiplash-inducing sh

ted, checking the heavy Rolex on hi

way back up my throat. "Today?

rs and my rivals are already circling. If we wait, they will a

orce of his Alpha aura pushed against me-a sil

ours, my life had been violently ripped from my

alked toward the bedroom. The ticking of his watch e