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anna
a vegetable! A d
, stood panting, her knuckles white, shards of glass glittering at her feet like fallen stars. Her unevenly bl
y, was failing miserably. His face was a mask of strained purple. "Ya
est of my life!" she screamed back. "No! I'm mea
he air was thick with the cloying scent of Yasmine's
oved with a practiced, predatory grace in her tight silk robe, her g
nk back against the wallpaper, making myself look as small and pathetic as possible. I let my lower
's side. "We have another daughter, don't we?" she mur
sitation quickly extinguished by resolve. I f
onto my chin, forcing my head up. "Listen, Vivianna"-her voice was like h
ss, anyway. A waste of space without an inner wolf. Marry
trigger the mate-bond recognition, making me a
It's time you repaid the Hayes family for raising you." Her idea of rais
ious glee. "Yeah, Vivi. It's perfect for you
ng hair curtain my face, hiding
k's sigil-a roaring dire wolf. "Sign it, Vivianna,"
ntil an ambush with a silver weapon left him in an incurable coma. Silver was the only substance th
ly, nearly dropping the expensive fountain pen onto the parchment. It was a flawless act,
small, the exact script o
ed my cheek as if I were a pet. "Good girl. Go pack your things. No,
Problem solved. Don't cry, I orde
room-a cramped stora
embling stopped instantly. I wiped the fake tear from my cheek,
y thought they were punishing me. They had absolutely no id
. It was a stroke
orn to shreds at the borders. But as the legally bound wife of their comatose Alpha? I would be u
pack's inner sanctum. The exact place I needed to be to find
re business suit stood there. "Miss Monroe," she said, her tone flat and pro
taking one last look at this p
, made a face at me. Rhonda d
ze. "Get her there sa
d but screaming wealth. The door closed be
ched the lights of the villa
sion of playing the victim. The mask of fear completely dissolve
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