His Hidden White Wolf: The Alpha's Contract Mate

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d motorbike into the dark alley across from Night Frost Ca

side the cafe, and through the floor-to-ceiling glass,

s, the cold night breeze pressed the thin s

e of warm air thick with dozens of colliding werewolf scents

is gaze sweeping down my plain black dress and paus

venue is booked for a private Pack event tonight,

ply reached into my clutch, pinched the gold-edged card b

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l on the card, the blood drained from his arrog

s, honored guest! Ri

a word, I walked past him, scanning the d

of the room, I spotted D

urst at the chest, frantically reapplying her lipstick and checking h

wouldn't see me, I turned down the carpeted side cor

aneling, I knew table nine was tucked inside the

to grip a small canister of anti-riot silver mist, ready to spray that

corner and looked into the shadowed

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cafe, I yanked at my silk tie with one hand, my jaw

sils on the Elder council, I never would have set

my table sat a heavy brass number

ocialite in a plunging dress swayed over, planting both

? Mind if I sit down

ting pure, lethal Alpha Dominion roll off my

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ked shriek as her instincts forced her backward, her heel snappin

ped upside down, spinning twice across the linen

dn't spare the fallen sign a single glance, liftin

r scent of crisp cedarwood laced with s

cracking in my grip because that exact scent had haunted my b

aze onto the woman standing motion

ng frost-white hair and a cold, breathtaking face th

stolen my first night in the dark had bee

th one hand, yet my inner wolf was slamming against my r

e-blue eyes drop to the overturned

upside-down six formed a u

hin to meet my gaze with a flash of shock in