A P

e Hatfield bloodline, widow. Afte

voice slicing through their touchin

napping to me. "Alia, wha

ling into a mask of pure victimization. "Luna

hands, she turned and ran u

irritation. He turned on his heel, ready

as

le table and hurled it onto the marble floor. The shat

s, whipping around to face me.

d calm, carrying the authority of a Lu

tience entirely evaporated. Without a second glance at the wr

in less than

n my pocket. A me

is. This is the r

rin, the supposed "pure and innocent" widow, heavily making out with various rogue

well. She'd slept her way through the lower ranks, desperate to hook a wealthy Alpha. When she fin

op who had suffered for his brother. In reality, s

son knew the woman he was so desperately protecting was such

sn't my pro

old suitcase. As I passed Karin's slightly

was pleading. "She was so arrogant today. Wha

ady bred her once at the hotel. If it didn't take, I'll do it again-as man

fingers curled into fists at my

r man might schedule a blood test. Agai

lready signed, already armed. And

ice so low only my wolf could hear. "Yo