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ors-the wife of the Emperor's older brother, a senior Old Lady who managed the Iron Claws' internal affairs,

p her breathing!" Dellia grabbed Dorr's white c

ausing severe blood backflow," Dorr said, sweat rolling down his te

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I need a top surgical tech assisting me at the table.

ted into disgust. "Her? A nameless nobody who scrubs exhaust pipes in

kets of my white coat, meeti

hour ago," Dorr said, his voice unusually firm. "Her surgical hands

lattening into a weak tremble. Biting her lip, she spat, "Fine! She can hand you ins

her. "The Lycan Emp

er chin arrogantly, using the title to crush me. "No one cuts

g on the tap with my elbow. "If we wait for him to ride down

nvoy is already on the h

gown, and looked at her with dead eyes. "In this r

r, and Dorr hurried after me, leav

rd and spat on my mother's memory, forbidding anyone with Gomez blood from ever stepping inside the main house. Yet as I pi

nd spread the ribs, exposing the complex b

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palm, reduced entirely to my assistant as my fin

slaughterhouse shook with a deafening roar. It wasn't a single truck-it

zing draft swept inside, carrying a terrifying, suffocating wave of dominanc

e of a Lycan. Outside the window, I saw Dellia's legs give out; she caught the wall to keep from

y rhythm. Pulling off my bloodied gloves, I let out a long breath, pushed the ward doo

es fixed on their boots and their necks tilted aside-because in wolf law,

ulders that blocked out half the ceiling lights. When I raised my head, my gaze hit a pa

ed tribute from every pack across the interstate was the bleed

inch until my spine hit the co