His Secretly Powerful Mate's Billion Dollar Revenge

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he morning, the removal crew hauled five years of my l

. Sharp black eyeliner. A sleek black cocktail dress that hugge

es. If I confronted Bryton in a room full of Pack members, he couldn't drag me into a bedroom and rage at me unchecked. Meredith had my signed doc

were already deep in their drinks. Their whispers crawled through the air. Look, the reject is here. No wolf. No family. Don't know what Bryton ever

n running the Crimson Moon for years and had never once looked at me like I was broken. She slid a tu

ass. Lexi. My best friend. The only person alive who knew my

ard the door. "Heads up.

l draped on his arm. She was wearing a white dress that screamed innocence, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, her red l

of Chantal's arm and crossed the room, his voice dropping l

skey. "The apartment where you tore up our rejection papers, or the

nt quiet. Bryton's f

t is for someone of her background to keep up with Pack society." She tilted her head at me, sweet as poison. Painting me as the hysterical outsider while she glowe

d. "Alpha Bryton Finley. You parade your mistress through a bar full of you

ountdown. I could see the warning in his eyes, the Alpha rage coiling beneath the surface. He was waitin

with a smile so bright it could blind. "Th

ough the air and splashed across his face

e. Chantal shrieked and stumbled backward. At the corner table, his friends sat frozen with their glasses halfway to their lips. In five year

ed outward, a crushing wave of dominance that made weaker wolves shrink into

ard enough to bruise bone. "You crazy bitch," he snarled, draggin

my face perfectly calm. That was the whole point. A room full of witness

ind me, the lounge erupted. Voices rising, phones coming out, the st

study. It had gone public. An