My Alpha's Heartless Contract Wife

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id, and thoroughly used, humming with a strange, electric afterglow that I had never experienced before. But as the f

ning me to the mattress. It was solid mus

reath hitchin

ght of dawn, he looked less like a man and more like a dormant god carved from marble. His dark lashes rested against his

pierced through the lin

s. What ha

and filed paperwork to pay for my mother's d

oyed-he wouldn't just fire me. In our pack, a wolfless touching a

to lea

ed into my very pores. It was possessive, wrapping around me like a second skin. I felt a strange, irrational urge t

s incredibly heavy. He grunted low in his throat, his brow furrowing, and

floor, not daring to put them on until I was out the door. I took one last look at him-the dark ha

ator, clutching my heels and dress to my chest. I didn't go back to the r

y credit card twice. I booked a new room, wincing as the charge went thr

dove into the shower. I turned the water up until it was scalding, scrubbing

tears mingling with t

d to scrub away the memory of his lips, his hands, the way

orate blouse and skirt-I grabbed my phone. My th

end me a hot warrior, or

deleted the call log.

reflection in the mirror. He was drunk. He won't re

for the morning training seminar, I had

ion. She looked bright-eyed and annoying. "Where were y

om," I lied, grabbing a coffee to

he lobby shifted. The chatter died instantly. The

id open, and Alpha

cost more than my life's earnings, his hair slicked back, his face a mask of cold, indifferent authority. He d

against my ribs like a trapped bird.

air on my arms stand up. He was heading for the exit, leaving. I let

y, he s

He just stood there, rigid, his head tilted slightly as if listen

in the dead silence, it

t," Declan commanded, his tone icy and laced with a

ice. The coffee cup

wide with confusion and a dawning, horrified realizat

m of the silent lobby, it sounded like