Mcca

they left pressed

l I was sitting on the cold floor. I wrappe

p inside me. My body trembled, not from sorrow, but f

or Hassan's plan. I thought of how I'd let myself believe his lies, his promi

s all

ary link Martha Doyle had forced on me months ago was opening agai

ead. A woman's voice, arrogant and shrill, s

hy Rogue, you still hav

e. Martha Doyle.

a "preliminary mind-link," claiming it was to "teach me Pack ways." It had felt like a viol

t her Alpha bloodline was stronger than mine. Her pr

. "You not only failed the mission, but you shamele

truth, turning me into the villain-the

r branch? Don't be a fool! The Alpha King will treat yo

seeping into every crac

ccept a woman marked by anothe

oppery taste of blo

shot back, a silent scr

Alpha knows how to avoid unnecessary risks. Unlike you.

your face to us again. We have a new arrangement with the Sharpe family. Sloane i

bones. It was the final nail in the c

ry last scrap

sh," I sna

om. I ripped off my clothes and stepped into the sho

oulder. I scrubbed at it, at myself, trying to wash away the filth of

my body shaking uncontrollably

ity, I turned

on. My face was pale, my lips were bruised, but my ey

tfits, all in my size. A "gift" from my captor. Di

could find: a plain black d

across the marked shoulder and secured it beneath the opposite arm, concealing the

c lock had gone dark. Whatever keycard Hassan had used had disab

the handle. This

gh, and the door swung shut behind me with a qu