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e dark living room of the Blackwood estate. An anonymous text p
It was my husband, Ashton Harris. In the video, his long fingers were
alog I had left open on our nightstand for our third mating anniversary
y, yet the way she tilted her chin and drooped her shoulders was a deliberate mock
pped from my sweaty palm, hitting the thick rug wit
p the private driveway. Headlights swept across the
snatched the phone off the carpet, and pressed delete
nto the room, carrying the suffocating pressure of a pureblood Alpha. In our world, genes dictated everyth
dark gray eyes cut through the shadows and
u sitting i
suit jacket and tossed it over the arm of the sofa. Three years of a sec
and flipped the switch. The crystal chandelier flared
om a nap. I didn't
stared at the knot of hi
e frame cast a long shadow over me a
ore his fingertips could brush my skin
ion flashed across his gray eyes befor
company b
y gaze catching on a fai
ck defense proj
answer clipped, and looked pa
s curled into tight fists at my si
tion house on our joint acco
is eyes, keeping my voic
at for me for o
jaw clenched hard, and the cedarwood scen
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beat, a shadow c
for Gamm
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piece of ice. Whatever pathetic ho
h. He asked me to source it throu
the cold, unquestionable authority o
d felt like I was looking at a total stranger. T
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e master bathroom, my hand drifted down to rest over my flat stomach. Five weeks pregn
ton
lowered set my teeth on edge. Inside my head, my
a fragile state after breaking her previous engagement. Giving Charlize that necklac
ouldn't access the Pack Mind-Link, and couldn't survive the vicious politic
the heavy door behind me. I needed cold water

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