Rising From Ashes: The Assassin Bride's Comeback

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pha, a lord of his house, being threatened in his own bed by

mbled in his chest. He tried to recla

knife, Anja,

Alpha's Command, a power meant to compel obedience in lesser wolves. I felt a strange thrum against m

another world, remained untouched. It was like

motion. A small, humorless smile touc

fore. It was the bedrock of his authority, the proof of his su

his side, pulling at his arm. Her voice was a p

leb swung his legs off the bed, his naked body tense with aggression.

umsy, predi

my weight, turning my wrist just so. The heavy pommel of the letter ope

lips. His arm went numb, his finger

nee driving hard into the soft flesh of his abdomen. The

wo seconds. To Dahlia, it must have

p of the silver letter opener found the soft spot just under

ouch my things," I whispered,

n instinctively repulsive to his kind. The metallic scent filled his nostrils, a primal warning of d

g shriek, fumbling to pu

ance is pathetic, Dahlia. Did you really think being my fa

amed her deepest desire and her m

ars vanishing, replaced by a loo

o create a safe distance. "Now, you can get out."

ly. A thin red line was already welling up on his

asserting itself. "Anja Vinson, you dare to harm me? This marriage

ultimate blow. An annulment would disgrace me and my

ious glee. This was exactly w

s my face. It was the first real emotion I had shown al

ce light, almost cheerful. It was

," I said, my ton

soon as the sun rises.

His ultimate threat, his ace in the hole, was not o

his might, only to hit a cloud of smoke. All his anger, a

ing horror and con

ss. "I'll be sure to hold onto the evidence of your