No Scent, No Escape: The Alpha's Fated Prey

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ross the hotel suite's living room. On the scree

plane, but now, magnified on the large screen, the coldness in his ice-blue e

gainst the marble coffee table. "War hero, ruthless businessman

he most to hide," Leo said, scrolling down. "The

ng over as Alpha, Damien had spent three years in Europe. Not

ying classical

ure Alpha, a warrior, studying building design?" It was a

Rogue attack not long before he was due to return. When he came back to Black

for his mother, could be a powerful, transfor

icking on the keyboard. "He had contact with a few people from our

intrigued. "What's

ur sources say Damien keeps him at a distance. Their stepmother, the Matria

d, a slow smile spreading

ien standing beside a pretty, smiling girl with the Stonecrest Pack's emblem visible on a ban

aloud. The sister of the drunkard

assumed they would be Mates. Her obsession with him is legendary. S

lace, forming a picture o

ming in my mind, fully formed. "A politically mandated

coffee cup with a clatter. "Seri, you're not thi

going to hurt her, Zoe. I'm going to empower her. I'm going to gi

l be forced to choose. If he doesn't, his rejection will expose him as the heart

cing, solidify

ncounter' with Miss Yvonne Sterling. As Silas, of c

the play

ge against his will, that his heart still belongs to her. I'll give her jus

, her face pale. "If they f

," I said, stopping to look ou

from Leo's burner phone. He glanced at the screen, and his pro

one lit up with a high-priority enc

y throat. My heart ha

tark, brutal, and

Found Dead in Sinclair Estate. Alpha Dami

the sound of my own blood roaring in my ears. Leo a

that spelled out a political catastrophe

utterly delighted smil

w, excited hum. "It seems the