nor

rozen against the freezing edge of the marble counter. I stared at the bold le

I looked up into his ruthless, charcoal eyes.

e evaluated a distressed asset. "You, a wolfless from a rival Pack, with no political standing, are the per

icie

*charity case* in front of his entire Pack. To Caleb, I was garbage to be discarded. To the Lycan King standing before me, I was just a con

ghtly. He noticed my flinc

heavy scent of sharp cedarwood, a raging rainstorm, and ric

ty register meant only for me. "When it ends, you walk away with an eight-figure trust f

ison's name. He had inve

me completely. "As my Mate, my Luna, you will never again be a wolfless charity case. You

ing wound in my soul and offered the exact cure I had spent my ent

mien immediately placed a heavy, sol

trauma, exhaustion, and the desperate need to escape my pathe

eral fervor ignited in Damien's eyes. It was a terrifying, predatory hunger that made my blood run

d strode over to a titanium safe embedded in the

ely devoid of the seductive warmth from a moment ago. "There is

ep up with his whiplash-inducing sh

ted, checking the heavy Rolex on hi

ay back up my throat. "Today? Y

Pack Elders and my rivals are already circling. We mu

a silent demand for obedience. I was entirely powerless. In less than twelve hours, my

lked toward the bedroom, the ticking of his watch ech