Claimed as the Ruthless Alpha's Fake Luna

phin

ce. I struggled - and it was like fighting the tide. The more I moved, the more I felt him: the har

t, mingled with something that st

er fear - it was a crackling resonance between us. Where our bodies pressed together, my skin stung with

ed, his voice dripping with agony and relief. His lips brushed the skin belo

in my so

t receded, replaced by an impossible sense of belonging

me, familiar yet foreign, br

on. Five sense

on the worst night of my life, she thrust my fated mat

ned, and shoved me away, stu

t," he

ning his silhouette: massive, radiating an

words were ground out between clenc

reathing hard, his heat unmi

e in place - and the fledgling mate bond was a chain, dragging me toward him, commanding

he question was absu

nk onto the edge of the bed, and reached out - my finge

I gasped. He jerked upright, his eyes finding mine in the darkness - glacier-b

d muscle tremble under my touch - and the trembling e

"Don't... leave." His words came out shattered

yself relax. He made no further move - just held my wrist, his thumb pressing rhythmically against my pulse point, as if drawing

ed - and mine. I had bonded myself to a monster, and I was

my wrist free, slipped off the bed,

tudied him - and fina

he Sinclair Pack. The wealthiest and m

never have crossed. I scrambled ou

s packing to leave my

knocking. In eleven years,

d without looking at me. His tone was the one he used

ed my breath: the transfer deed for my mother's orchard house - the little estate she had ca

ce he used for settling invoices. "They we

my mot

Sentiment doesn't pay debts." He held out the pen. "Sign it. Don't make

othing. No guilt. No pity. Just the cold i

for my freedom with the l

k disappear down the corridor. The orchard. The n

y phone buzzed. An unknown number: "C

nore

dant - the one I was wearing right now - taken from a s

h it, treacherous as a struck bell, the

"Don't make me

But an Alpha's reach was a weapon - and I had just been discarded by lesser men.

night of my life. Fine. I had nothing left to lose bu

we

n his suit - the beast of last night tucked into this restrained shell, only a sliver of cold showing through h

logy. From a few steps away, h

opped in front of me, gaze dropping, sliding over the delicate chain at my throat, then suddenly leaned down. "Afrai