ena

center of the city. It was a place where high-ranking Pac

e street, the cold wind whip

h-end boutique, t

ca, the owner of the boutique. She had doused herself in synthetic pheromones to mimic a hig

rs stopped laughing and

is nostrils flared in a reflexive attempt to block my scent, a

snapped, his voice loud enough

, stepping forward. "Ar

aning her heavy bre

om the hem of my dress to my face, with the slow, dismissive appraisal one might give a piece o

he group burst into l

oulders seized, a coil of vio

d not de

d at his friends

s audience. "We never completed the Marking, and we

mechanism, a thing of no consequence

stress relief. Honestly, having my wolf blood

escended, muffling th

rain, his clothes soaked, begging me to l

breath a conscious effort against the con

through the cold air. "I remember a dying Rogue on his knees in the

ed. A stunned silence fell over them,

mate to a supposedly low-level fem

le, and then flushed w

ed, stepping toward me

h, trying to regain

He lifted his chin, looking down at me. "I can offer you a position as a b

s, feeling nothing bu

erve a pathetic, ungra

teeth, his eyes

arked, broken female. No Alpha will ever want a fl

simply turned aro

Let him enjoy his borrowed glory for a few more hours. The time for public reckoning was approaching,