The Wolfless Widow: Defying The Enforcer Alpha

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d the main bloodline of this Pack will

d hand struck the polished oak armrest with a sharp, rhythmic crack. The sound bounce

nails threatened to break skin. The hem of my washed-out linen dress brushed against the tops of my worn shoes. In this g

g through the soles of my shoes. "I am Casimiro's widow. I

his leather chair, flicking an invisible speck of dust from his tailored sleeve. "You are wolfless. You possess no inner beast, no combat strengt

e considered biologically defective, stripped of basic respect, and relegated to th

e with absolute, chilling disdain. "We have secured an agreement. Tonight, you

y chest like a

late husband's childhood companion. He was a warrior whose very reputation made rogue packs surrender

nees struck the edge of an iron brazier. "No! That defies every sacre

and swept across the table, grabbing a bone-ch

cross my ankles. A sharp gasp tore from my throat as hot liquid soaked through my stoc

Your brother, Eber, is currently locked in the deep silver mines of the southern district. Silver toxicity is already eating away at his wolf

ished from my lungs, leaving b

o had protected me before he was framed

ed, tears burning behind my eyes

, you will do whatever is necessary to take his seed, and you will secure an Alpha heir for this family. If you

seat as if brushing away a stray insect. "

lenched my teeth. I tasted copper on my tongue, bu

naged to squeeze ou

of the grand hall. Each step sent a flare of pain shooti

nor was dark, illuminated only by sparse, flickering sconces. My night blindness immediately took hold, blurring the edges of the co

he air

rwood. It was a scent so dominant, so suffocatingly cold, that my instincts screamed at me to drop to the floor a

ootsteps echoed a

at against the wall, trying

broad shoulders and lean waist. Every movement carried the lethal grace of a creature born to hunt and command. On

Damon

low my chin touched my chest, praying

eyes cut sideways. His gaze dragged across my pale, trembling frame, lingering for a

p. He didn't

t moved slightly, and a low, moc

pt. It was the judgment of an Alpha looking at a pathet

od slicked my skin. I waited until the sound of his footsteps faded entirely down the

e out, dropping me hard o

en trees like a dying beast. I looked down at the blood dry

ber, I would have to walk straig