Marked as the Ruthless Alpha's Vengeful Luna

ra

embroidered with the roaring black wolf crest of the Blackwood Pack, absorbed my footsteps. At the end of the hall, two ma

their sheer bulk blocking

reputation and the next heir," I said, my voice low but laced

door clicked open as a Pack assistant hurried out. I didn't hesitate. I turned sideways and s

or shut and thre

ating scent of cedar, aged scotch, and biting winter frost. Damien Blackwood sat on a dark Chesterfiel

and. Not a single muscle in his jaw twitched. He looked at it like a mundane stock report, then closed his eyes, his brow furrowing s

med my hand over his wher

te-gray darkening to pitch black. For a fraction of a second, I felt the terrifying, possessive roar of his Inner Wolf vibrating through th

l my hand away. "A way to salvage the alliance, to silence the gossip, to

e stood up, his massive six-foot-plus frame casting a shadow that

olute disdain. "A rejected Omega. A da

y the last of my fear. I straightened my

ld. "If you cancel the ceremony, the blood-union clause voids our treaty. Vance territory become

smirk v

fer. Your rival will have a legitimate claim to lands bordering your

by the sharp, calculating gaze of a king assessing a battlefield. He walked over to

ew infinitely more dangerous. He turned his head to look

ion, letting my hatred bleed through. "And the power

is eyes. He was weighing the cost of a w

, authoritative pounding echoe

commanding female voice barked from the corr

delia Blackwo