Title: Wrong Bed, Right Alpha: His Wolfless Bride

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Fifth, the one where Tyler ha

drink, a scarf wrapped twice around my neck to hide the bruises,

hair, same pressed shirt, same easy smile he wore at his off

ss from me. "Look, last night got m

hat, T

l manager spot. You know that. He told me, if you were... friendly... for one night, the job was min

looked

riends pouring my drinks. Tyler taking a phone call outside the booth, his

dding ring he took off at parties. At Tyler's Christmas party, he had cornered

Tyler had laughed and said, He's an

got me drunk on my birthday so

gs work. You're wolfless, Nora. You don't understand pack politi

fle

Not in four years. He said it now like i

latte and threw

rom his eyebrows. The barista froze with a pitc

raped back. He grabbed for my wrist

strils

slow, the way wolves did when something was wrong in their territory.

like a male

n't a

ack off his teeth. "Who was he? Where did you go last night? Y

out and yanked

oat was right there

e shop we

hard his head s

ouch me,

tle..."

arder. My palm stung a

My voice shook, but I kept going. "The secon

blooming on his face. Every wolf in the shop was staring at him.

call me. Don't come to my apartment. What you did last night is called trafficking, Tyl

lked

stop walking. I didn't let myself sit down on the curb

r y

out names for children with him. And he ha

turned red. I stood at the crosswalk, wipin

e side of the Crown Holdings tower flickered f

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loor of that tower, and I couldn't have cared

stepping out of a black car i

uit. A jaw like it had

went silen

oated down from the scr

ercrest Pack, officially takes over as

een looked straigh

d woken up with his