The Alpha Commander's Defiant Wolfless Contract Mate

Holland

he night, I slept lightly until the first gray light of dawn pierced

l-ops combat uniform beside a modified military off-road vehicle. He glanced up briefly at my closed window, a trace of

ged into a fitted black tactical outfit and vaulted silently o

, moving with the agile speed of a hunting leopard. Under the steady regulation of my special-ops breathing

tting Grass glowing with a faint purple light, and carefully dug them up with a bone knife. This high-gr

f a young pup carried on the mountain

ed rock. Thirty meters above the canyon floor, a loose ledge of shale was crumbling away, and a little boy no

to split, and the

nd the angle of the drop, took three running strides to

ped a steel tactical grappling hook from my belt. The hook caught in a fissure in the

ith sudden heat, sending a surge of rapid self-healing energy through my torn muscles. Pressing my boots against the

w his arms around my neck and gas

hank

Clotting Grass between my fingers to press against the cut. Within seconds, the bleeding

iment warriors sprinted toward us, escorting a white-haired old man car

cried out, rushing forward with tears in hi

mall finger at me

mped off the cli

calm posture, his sharp eyes widening

clan are you from?" Bernard asked, bowin

d my head

mality. I'm Gwenda, Devonta's new mat

was actually a skilled lifesaver. After he promised to send a generous reward to the manor later th

ght the stale scent of cheap sweet perfume drifting from upstairs, and I saw fre