He Rejected Me, So I Married the Lycan King
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e invisible backbone of
ote the peace treaties that kept our borders safe. I warmed his be
tenth anniversary,
repl
Ashley, a wealthy heiress drippi
st ignore me. He used an Alpha Command-a b
t the floor in front of the entire pack. "Ashley is sen
he crown I polished for him, thinking I was nothing mor
he held the title,
he kitchen. I we
backups, reformatted the local servers, an
mate bond and walk
walked back into t
king I was there to
losure contract
Ethan. I'm the new owner of y
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k Pack House, vibrating through the soles of my cheap heels. Ten years.
al grey. Practical. The uniform of some
ers for the Elders? The tray
hip. The Mind-Link. Once, I thought it was a spiritua
k, flattening my mental to
ted the crowd. The ballroom reeked of pine, musk, and expensive cologne. To a h
I saw
tuxedo like armor, sandy hair swept back, lo
his arm w
al stipend. She wasn't his Mate. I knew that. He knew that. But she was the daughter
y. "Ethan," I said softly. "The
ing a stray curl behind Ashley's ear. Groo
th
aking glass. "Oh, look, Ethan. Y
es, usually warm when he w
he commanded t
he El
Alpha Comm
re I even realized I was falling. An Alpha Command isn't a reques
of imaginary dust from his sleeve. "Ashley is sensit
ling debts. I had ghostwritten the treaties that kept this pack safe. I ha
ear me?" h
you," I w
o to the kitchen. I turned arou
led the pack driver, but the dispatcher told
little bistro where I had reserved a table for
d at me with pity. I smelled
zzed. Insta
than, nuzzli
, the Alpha retu
hest. Mechanical. Final. Like a brea
me anymore. I was waiting for the
ed my
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