His Defiant Luna: The Secret White Wolf

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, stepping onto the spiral staircase in my stilettos. The sharp clicking of my he

as if he couldn't comprehend why the timid girl who used to trai

lace my fingers in his palm like a submissive pet. I looked right through him, brushed past his out

conds before he yanked it back. His Adam's apple

he said, forcing a fond, indulgent tone into

porcelain teacup a maid had just poured. "Your Cantrell Pack didn't br

arkened as he sat down on the sofa opposite me, spreading his arms

out a cold snort and slammed her own teacup o

y arrived merchant Pack is beneath your station, spit it out," M

ing as he released his Alpha's Command-a genetic aura designed to force lower-ranking werewolves t

ranking wolves within their own Pack or weak outsiders, and it is utterly useless against a hidden White Wolf-the direct r

hock flared in Kerr's eyes. He hastily retracted hi

decree lately," he said, shifting into a tone of fake concern. "You turned twenty today with

one hand as my fingers tapped the armrest. "Is that so? And

in my last life. "Transfer the Maxwell family's genetic dowry and trust funds into the Cantrell account tonight. Once

e Bite, without a title, and without legal p

ling finger at his nose. "In your dreams! My daughter is the sole heiress of the Maxwell fortu

e capital. Your family is nothing more than a fat sheep wandering into a den of li

utting off my mother before her blood pressure spiked fu

who can't even access your Pack's Mind-Link?" I a

e hid beneath his noble title. Kerr's face twisted, and he shot to his feet,

th. "Except for me, no high-ranking Alpha in the Capital Distr

ding betrayal crystal clear in my mind. I knew for a fact that

ler than me, I didn't tilt my chin up. I walked slowly around the edge of the co

Kerr instinctively took half a step backwar

ed behind my back. "But trying to swallow the entire Maxwell conglomerate w

y. "I don't know what nons

only the two of us could hear. "Then let me refresh yo