His Defiant Mate: The Hidden White Wolf

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had dragged back from the borderlands-a wolfless gir

cracked cowhide medical manual into my hands and murmured, "Go to Riverport. Treat Frankli

as the man I'd been sent to save-and that I'd come back to the Fuentes hou

arved crookedly into cheap stone, without even a decent engraving. A freezing wind whipped dead leaves against

to make my eyes ache. A uniformed Beta driver stood by the rear door. When I approached, he didn't bow. He just y

slid into the wide leather seat. A thick cl

the Fuentes Group. He wore a perfectly tailored Italian suit, his eyes fixed

ncoln crunched over gravel and rolled forward. Insi

ay-brown eyes on me. His gaze dragged over my faded jeans an

older from the side compartment, and to

ow and weighted with the usual Alpha command. "Now that

h the folder. My right fingers tapped against

eased his full Alpha pressure in the cramped cabin. By werewolf law,

stir the pureblood White Wolf lineage sleeping in my vei

t the Fuentes name?" My vo

and, the sapphire ring on his finger flashin

at his raised palm, and the cold i

tsiders, you will never mention your dead mother. And keep your mouth shut abou

into false calm. "Barbara is a generous Luna. As long

ore my eyes. I twirled a strand of black

ort's hierarchy. "Most importantly, never offend the Lycan Lord, Franklin Wolfe. A pureblood Ly

my knee. The wolf-shaped birthmark on th

lass-walled pack towers glowed under the setting sun. I closed

tes engraved with the Fuentes wolf crest slid open. The Lincoln stopped in fron

Derrick straightened his tie and

t my face. I slung my old backpack over one shoulder and stepped onto the

ilt on my mother's blood and

and blocked the doorway, staring at