The Rejected Substitute: Her Secret White Wolf Identity

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up in the back of the limousine, wrapped in blankets, but

internal cloc

ntil the con

ala. Of course. Donovan wouldn't miss it. He

ing me from the opposite seat. He looked h

lied. My voi

thy Alphas and business tycoons. Music played, champagne

poke to me. They all knew

lancing at me. He wasn't with Chloe. Chloe was s

ing th

'internal bleeding' must have been another lie, or my blood was just t

sed to be in

g her voice. "You're tough, I'll give you that. W

Chloe? I've never d

that belongs to me. And Donovan... he's start

. The deck was emp

she whispered. "H

lass over the railin

he's pus

t try to fake a fall-she grabbed my dress and thr

into the

e concrete. Again. T

moving away, but the alarm was sou

, thrashing theatrical

ovan was at the bow, lookin

sailor yelled, th

ed betw

s only o

es locked across the distance.

ed over the waves, amplified by hi

steered the hook toward Chloe. She grabbe

moving. The wak

dn't scream it.

rift away into the darkness. He didn't

ng water. I was

yself. The contract i

er. A sleek, black speed boat emerged from the

air. I was hauled out of the wa

see a man with a scarred face and yellow ey

ey. And..." He paused, sniffing deeper. "Sm

the clock in my

nig

over. I was div

prisoner of

ange warmth in my chest. The potion was g

a white fur b

aphina whispered