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me, her eyes filled with genuine concern. "Wait... I am escaping, but what if that monste

t worry about me. My grandfather is a highly respected Elder in the Kingdom's Council, and my father and broth

head slightly. "I will never forget

we need

Bryant family heirloom-a silver wolf's head wit

akes you me,

elet from her wrist. "This belonged to my mother," she said

n to obscure our faces, creating a perfect, opaque barrier. Our wedding dres

this exact moment, you are Claire Bryant. You are nervous, so kee

ally, her eyes wid

id named Desiree. Whisper the words 'The storm is

p breath and pulled back the hea

ed softly. "Wal

wed, her body language perfectly mimicking a timid, overwhel

impatient, arrogant voice echo through the temple. "What took you so lon

se-like squeak, trembling with genui

suspicious of 'my' sudden meekness, a sickeningly satisfied smirk spread a

'arrogant Bryant heiress' cowering before him like a frightened rabbit f

ughts. "The Alpha does not like to be kept waiting,

d forward. His cold gaze lingered on my pale hands-which I intentionally made trem

n a display of submissive obedience, and

as the absolute polar

rich, Caiden's was grim, militaristic, and dripping with pure, unadulterat

with dead eyes, wearing practical, battle-worn armor. The air around them crackled with d

ocession. They looked like a ghost

for me. The interior was just as austere a

k leather as we trudged forward through the thick mud, that a crushing wave of relief finally engulfed

hypocrite Erich Black

of the window at the towering, foreboding manor we were drawing near.

to feast on human flesh, and who carried a deadly