nor

in. The transition from the freezing steps of City Hall to the plush leather interior offered

g scent-sharp cedarwood, a raging rainstorm, and rich Cuban tobacco. It was the s

rs shifting under his tailored suit. He pulled out a bot

Mrs. Bla

was a brand. A collar. I took the bottle, but the sheer weight of those two words

d and forced myself to meet his bottomless, charcoal-gray eyes. I needed a boundary

nt. "Call me Elenor. There's no need to act wh

his chiseled jawline. Instantly, the Alpha aura in the confined space grew heavier, dropping the temperature until the air felt like ice again

could break me, my phone vib

umber. Desperate for any distraction from the l

" a gruff, strictly pro

Who is

you that your brother, Jamison Harmon, has been detained. He's currently i

logical sentence. Jamison? Aggravated assault? My brother was a straight-A

ammered, my heart slamming against my rib

n as you can," the officer barked, com

its axis. My past, the fragile life I had tried so d

ed the phone and lunged forward, frantically slapping my pal

screamed. "Pull

erate to escape, to run to my brother. But bef

le, terrifying strength. He didn't just stop me; he effortlessly

f sheer terror pricking my eyes. "This has nothin

in, his charcoal eyes locking onto min

comes the entire Pack's trouble," he stated, his voice a low, rumbl

mmed with a sudden, invisible surge of energy. He was using the Mind-Link. I coul

apped open. He looked at the dri

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den. Yet, as the Maybach smoothly changed lanes, diving deeper into the chaotic Manhattan traffic, a sickening re