bin
he scent was gone. Neith
Somewhere behind me, my grandfather's heart monitor beeped its steady countdown. I'd spent t
Han
marrying a woman whose name I'd never heard until yesterday. Now I was supposed to be
in that masked stranger. Something primal.
kn
om
d. "Alpha. The initial finan
was
ion dollars. Transferred out of Delpha Hancock's private account yesterday afternoon. The trail is a ma
ng free. The driving. The confrontation with her ex-fiancé at the market.
emissary?
patrol lost the trail on the old forest road
en ambushed. The same road Arla Hancock had driven to escape a Rogue pa
d. "We leave for Hancock
s rose. "You're
or her to come to me. I'll bring her here myself. And I'll find out whe
eave, then paused. "Alpha... th
't change
t argue.
s. It didn't care about conspiracies or suspicious bank transfers or
t s
s. At dawn, you
swer wouldn't matter. Because t
cared ab
a P
mask tucked away in my pack. The emissary was gone. I w
wasn't. N
while he patted her back with the expression of a man counting dow
hest. "Arla, what is the meanin
ailed, her face blotchy. "Giv
nt of the Gilmore estate off me-the antiseptic, the old wood, the faint,
er face a thundercloud. "You will not take
e of them. The weak-willed traitor, the whining brat, and the bitter, hateful
old smile to
e nicer to me from now on," I
"Or what? You think you can threaten us?
tting my gaze drift over each of their stunned fa
had been my prison for so many years. I closed the door, leaning back again
It was the sound of
ient. I c
a bond he couldn't explain. By now, he was putting together pieces of a puzzle I'd designed. And when the sun rose, the most powerful Alph
him
e wai
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