The Unwanted Heiress And Her Dangerous Alpha

urb. The tires gripped the asphalt smoothly

cool, conditioned air hit her skin, a stark cont

to the center console, retrieved a bottle of chilled spar

cap off, the sharp hiss of escaping gas filling the quiet cabin. She took a slow si

She let her head rest

flooded her consciousness. The images flashed

ving a classmate down the marble steps. The sickening crack of bone. Then Je

nd demanded the original Isabel sign the confession. "For the sake of the family's reputation, and to protect Jessye's future, you mu

n the prison parking lot. He used every ounce of his elite legal expertise to ensure the judge gave Isabel

open. Her grip on the

of her fingers. Water spilled over the rim, dripping down her knuckl

iddle fingers precisely against the suboccipital triangle at the base of her skull-the nerve cluster she had once used to disable a dark web target in under three

re, burning cold and quiet beneath her ribs. She would let it fuel her. She would dismantle the Cooper family p

er voice was calm, authoritative, and comple

s. Jensen," Mr. Foster replied, his eyes flicking to the

k front door of the Coop

e, his breathing shallow and erratic. The lingering

he adjacent living room. He lounged on the

his tone dripping with boredom. "Don't

efused. She threw the credit card on the ground and g

e took a sip of his sco

d it with whatever cash she hid before the tria

he clutched the wooden banister, eavesdropping on her brothers. She forced h

Perfect, crystal-clear tears welled in

rembling perfectly. "She must hate me so much. I ru

rushed to the bottom of the stairs and pu

ng her hair. "Isabel is just being a manipu

's shoulder. "It's a pathetic show. Let her starve. She'

gainst the expensive fabric of his shirt, her

cate fingers. Her brothers fussed over her, guiding

ounded. But the moment she stepped into her private bedroom

g her reflection in the mirror. Her tears had

bel?" Jessye whispered to her own reflection. "When you come crawling back-and

her contacts, her thumb hovering over a name.

ter from her hand. She reached for the built-in

passcodes. The screen unlocked, pulling up the hig

these encrypted files to he

ned the genetic markers, the blood panels, and the MRI s

ing in the brain stem. Modern medicine had failed because

ong the spine. She visualized the depth and angle requi

ansitioned from asphalt to a pri

eavily armed private security personnel

mid air rushed in. He presented a digital

Mr. Foster, his eyes locking onto Isabel in t

s groaning like a beast stirring from sleep, swallowing t