Rejected By Her Mate, Claimed By The Supreme Alpha

e Davi

ell-it was the limited-edition bottle my best

living room. A men's suit jacket and red l

open, and ragged breathing and the cre

orced myself toward

naked bodies writhing together on the

t, was Bryson Cruz-the secondary Alpha heir to the minor Cruz Pack who had

er arms tight around his shoulders with a high-pitched

no completed mate marking, but w

hysical pain. My knees buckled, and

of fresh blood coated my tongue. Lifting my right leg, I

bang. On the bed, the two figures froze as if struck b

led to yank the silk duvet over her bare

.. how did you

on the floor to grab a white bath towel and wrapped it around his

knock before walking

y chest heaving as I forced do

d put your clothes back on and

nd the swollen red print on my cheek, the

ike a drowned rat. What part of you looks li

m her shock. The corner of her mouth lifted in a smug, tau

normal male with normal needs. Whatever you're t

man I had trusted with all my

rate that you have to dig through

isted, her voice

ours is a bottomless money pit! The only reason you dragged

black mole on the left corner of his jaw, a

learn to keep your mouth shut and turn a blind eye to Bridie and me,

er's life as leverage to forc

atched the half-full wineglass from the nights

n down his nose. Bryson roared, lunging f

razy b

to his, letting a razor-thin sliver of my sup

once. I

l confusion crossed his face as his secondary Alpha

stal wineglass onto the hardwood floor, sendi

is dead. Just looking at yo

to Bridie, my vo

ay dog. May the two of y

I turned on my heel and walked

owned me, and my fiancé had betrayed me in the filthie

against the cold steel wall and pressed both hands

spital. I refused to watch my mother die in that steri

ble idea gradually t

my wet coat and walk