ena

Jason's voice boomed through the d

uscular frame casting a

s no one to cook, no one to clean. Is

nd. My fingertips twitched. "I am not your free maid, Jason. I reme

ed, crossin

She is a Beta, yet she is so understand

disgust. "With your low-blood status, no ot

he Marking, the sacred ritual to claim me as his eternal mate. Eve

re to pack my things," I said, wa

Jason

ant to be used only in emergencies. It is a vocal compulsion, a biologi

nto my shoulders, trying

e White Wolf within me refused to bow. I straightened my spine,

hock. He thought I was just playing

ther command. But the metallic click of the lock disengagin

rling a shiny spare

d swept her gaze over my suitcases with the cool appraisal of one assessing a decommissioned asset. The sight of that key in her hand, a k

evoid of all inflection. "The spare key I thought we had misplaced

erly reports you asked for," she said softly, strategically releasing a subtle wave of vanilla pheromones to trig

front of her, shi

. "And do not come crying to my office begging

e. "There is some leftover raw meat in the fr

treating me like a stra

lothes into two suitcases and walke

ouse, I pulled out my phone a

d the button to renounce my affiliation. The effect was not digital, but visceral. Deep in my chest, the ancient White Wolf let out a resonant, silent howl,

ay with Valerie, a Pack Guard ru

ena has officially renounced

te shrink in the rearview mirror. My wolf did not