The Innocent Traitor: Dying for the Alpha's Sin

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d me dressed in a flimsy cocktail dress that barely covered t

ow tight enough to cut off circulation. "The neighboring Alphas are vi

spered. "You are

e," he

ers, and waiters circulated with trays of champagne. Hailie was there, of course, wearing a

e horizon, mirroring the turmoil inside me. T

p from collapsing. My lungs burned with every breath-t

side me. No one else was looking; the p

e alone,

leaning against the rail. "Like

massive wave hit the side. I l

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't help me.

t me. The shock of the cold was instant. It paralyzed my muscles. Sal

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y hit the w

e lead. I saw Hailie floating a few yards away. She was perfectly f

elp! My l

voice roared fro

ect, powerful. He sliced thro

ve slapped me in the face, filling my

ss the choppy waves. I saw the recognition, the mate bond flarin

looked a

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ned his b

m around her waist, and began tow

ped ki

zing water. He chose. He chose the lie over

by silver and abus

een, then black. It was peaceful down here. The burn

o let the ocean take what

barnacle-encrusted buoy tied to a fishing net. Instinct took

ast Guard, responding to the distress call the yacht s

on the deck of a patrol boat,

ning a light in my

an you h

I rasped. "

We're taking you to

or came in with a clipboard. He wasn't a pack doctor.

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nge sense of relief. The co