The Fake Luna: Marked By The Alpha King

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to me, I was effectively the largest

s were managing Vincent

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asing, neither was thrilled

u properly," Harrison said. "He wanted to reac

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caught the flicker. "Mrs. Smith is.

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n. A fountain in the circular dri

the threshold, somethi

y door. "Welcome

ord still f

I couldn't help thinking-maybe this was e

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lver at his temples, with the easy confidence of a man wh

tened in his eyes. "God, you look

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you in," he offered

wo years in Silver Creek whispered the

ightly, "I'd like a few minutes to myse

d with something like respect

and I let out

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lready glowing by the

or-length gowns. Waiters glided between them carrying trays of champagne. Conversation hummed low

om, watching. Reading. Trying to w

els clicking ag

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gantly, her amber eyes fixed on me with undisguised hostility. Beside her walked a

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roduction to know ex

g into a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "How.

widow," I replied eve

r carefully composed expression,

e was clipped, businesslike. "There are matters concerning the estat

over two years in the Silver Creek Pack

ow what I wa

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walls, a long marble table gleaming under recess

k security uniforms lined the wall

r agreement. Sign your inheritance over to the estate, we compens

. "You're

about money,

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alized from the shadows-massive, stone-faced, moving with

ively calm. "I suggest you cooper

directly in front of me. "If you're u

eart hammered. "My price? You can't afford it. Vinc

ice-cold. "Then we'll hav

able. The other forced me into the chair, pinning my shoulders. I stru

ows, her back to me. Like she

the document and

to h

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re going to force my sig

awed at

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by half a dozen others in dark tactical gear. The

ur-with broad shoulders and a bu

that could have been carved from granite.

swept across the room with the kind of cold calculation t

nstantly, stumbling back

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ing on me. Something flickered in his eye

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