Rejecting My Arrogant Alpha: The Queen's Return

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I did was sweep

ctor, a micro-camera in the bedside lamp, and an audio recorder taped to the underside of the vani

before the ful

in years. The green silk dress clung to my body, the color a vibrant shock against

, winged eyeliner. A bold, blood-red lipstick. This was not the face of a woman

I descended the

lack suit, his expression impassive, as if he were heading

eyes land

pt over me, from the red on my lips to the hem of the green dress that swirled aroun

in the depths of his grey eyes. It wasn't desire.

a sharp, satisfy

of cool indifference, and walked str

was a predator. A black Lykan HyperSport, all sharp angles and raw power.

eat. He was tall, dressed in a casual but obviously expensive blazer, and he mov

iece of furniture and locked on me. A wide,

fect gentleman. "Rory," he said, his voice

o

, landed like a physical blow. I felt

real one, bright and dazz

osed around my upper arm. Cade had crossed the s

w growl, not spoken aloud, but blasted directly into m

ok a half-step forward. The air crackled as his own Alph

and cutting in the morning air, for both of them to hear. "Mr. Sterling, in a matter of m

offering Lucian a soft, r

at. The door closed with a solid

s engine roared to life. His wolf was screaming, a frantic, savage howl of possession t

" Finn's gaze flickered to our departing vehicle, a frown

as surprised it didn't crac

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own car, his fac

ntley peel out behind us. Two c