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Medical Institute corridor, throwing a stack of overdue billing notices straight into my fa

looked up into the warm, worried amber-green eyes of Preston Reynolds, my se

Looking at my pale face, he frowned deeply. "Hazel, what's going on? Why i

es stayed hidden and forced a weak smile. "It's nothing I can't handle, Pr

n, if you need money fast, a high-ranking VIP suffered a severe silver i

your mother's ICU costs for half a year. The catch is you have to wear a

her's lifeline. Without a second of hes

lacked-out windows, flanked by two stone-faced werewolf body

pen door. Before stepping out, the guards made me put on a thick surgical

nd crawling with heavily armed Gamma enforcers who

nto the master bedroom. No overhead lights were on; only

f-buried in shadow, exposing a broad, muscular chest where a st

ouble-looped suture knots left at the edges-that was the exa

gloom, when a wave of freezing Alpha dominance slam

gravelly voice snapped from the shadows.

the crushing pressure in the room made my head spin. I dropped my gaze,

rching skin above his ribs, a faint electric cu

s steel cables. From the dark recess of the headboard, h

he blackened tissue with silver-neutralizing solution, and be

your hands are faster than the old Elders at the instit

ework until a bead of sweat rolled down my temple, s

forcing my chin up. Through the tinted goggles, I met a pair

iron flooded my nose. My pulse skyrocketed, and a terrifying heat c

ne, three sharp knocks sounded against the oak do

h an irritated click of

owed, I threw my instruments into the k

cold wallpaper and sucked in deep lungfuls of air

le black bank card into my palm, his amber-green eyes dark with co

shield. Whatever monster lay inside that bedroom, I praye

he blurring city lights, unable to shake the phantom burn of his fingers on

VIP like that. Suddenly, my phone buzzed in my pocket; I pulled it out and saw an official announce