HIE
d ever
vers, the poultice for deep bruises. Nothing worked. He
Pack doctor from seeing h
wing at my insides. Her plans, my future-
of power washed o
n Alpha presence so dominant i
red. Shouts and panicked fo
zed. I knew
et S
tood there, his face pale wit
re," he hissed. "He
y. Everet Scott stepped into the room, flanked by his Beta and tw
n landed on me. On my bruised face, my torn clothes. Then his
eyes turn
lent, crushing rage emanated from him, so potent
father. He walke
ntly, brushed against the bruise on my cheek. That n
he said. It wa
and held it up for Alistair to see. "My men tell me m
ace drained
urned to my mothe
ian Foster, the Blackstone Pack's finest docto
head. "Internal injuries are too
ed. I collapsed to the floor,
pped my chin, his fingers surprisingly
murmur. "My Pack has a spring, blessed by
sperate, surged thr
he rose to his full height. He looked down at m
a cold smile. "The
At the girl knee
his voice ringing wit
future, her very being. All of it is n
egotiation. It
and the wrath of a superior Alpha, didn't hesitate. He bow
gone from a bargaining c
flicker of something cold
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