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my wardrobe. I buttoned the collar all the way to my chin to hide the

oor dining room, the table was empty. The hig

e far end of the table, along with a set of heavy titanium cutlery. Silver was fatal to our kind. It burned wolf flesh o

glancing toward the empty hallway. "Why is the main house

the doorway before lea

f was up until three in the morning clea

and kept my voice casual. "You mean the eldest

"Ma'am, please don't say his name out loud like that. The head butler warned

trange, uneasy th

. "I've been married into this pack for five years, and no

Then she pretended to wipe the tab

n Europe. Everyone thought he died overseas as a boy. They say he

acking," I frowned, "how did he suddenl

ng. He said that man is a butcher in the European dark-market finance circles. He swallowed three rival pack banks in Zur

ro

ound my titanium butter knife, and the b

in the hotel suite had been in Europe, too, and he had

rtha asked anxiously. "You l

s of my mouth up while my pulse hammer

. Europe was home to millions of wolves. There was no way the random predator I

the reason the master is bowing his head to bring him back is because his bloo

h physical strength and mental dominance that could crush a standard Alpha like

claim to the pack throne was dead and buried

le corridor outside, punctuated by t

paces away from the table and dropped her gaze to

k and stood up immedi

orning,

servant rushed out to serve him a rare steak. He picked up his knife and f

d you put in a request for a car to visit

ghtened. I no

state has been restless lately. Now that I'm ba

ng up from his plate, slicing throug

ightly, anxiety spiking in my chest.

g his knife down with a sharp clink and pinning me with a stare that made the hairs on my arms sta

with a linen napkin, his tone l

proper dress, sit beside your husband, and show y