The Alpha King's Defiant Wolfless Mate

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l dropping into the leather pocket echoe

en cue onto the green felt, and turned my head t

ing open. Not one of them could process how a defective wolfless girl who couldn't

locked on me. His broad chest rose and fell faster than usual, and the he

breaking the stunned silence with a low chuckle as he waved his hand t

iss what came next, nobody dared defy Julian's terrifying silence. Wi

he heavy oak doors shut until the

soundproof room, only

ushed off the sofa and walked toward me. Every heavy step of his leather sho

ping half a step away from me, his deep vo

id I wasn't a fast learner," I replied, tilting my

are waist where the red silk clung. "So you schemed your way back in here a

ath before making the most reckless

broad shoulders, hoisted myself up onto the mahogany edge of th

ure instinct, planting both palms flat on the table on eith

ng from his body nearly burned through my thin silk dress, and

e rasped, his breath hot against my lips as

east behind his eyes. "I'm doing what you've want

pressed my mouth dir

jolt of electricity-ten times stronger than when I had touched his chest earlier-exploded wh

gainst his, I slid my right hand up the front of his black shirt until my

ultimate fatal weak spot. Touching it snap

r the kiss with savage, bruising force. His tongue pried my lips apart, tasting of aged Scotch and raw

clutching desperately at the silk of his shi

ar my red dress to shreds right there on

d my throat--not fast, not frantic, just ce

cold, flat intent that was worse than anger. As his fingers settled around my windpipe, my airwa

voice was as cold as a bliz

chest while my heels kicked helplessly in the air