I Paid the Alpha King for One Night

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red-a splitting headache that felt like som

lumpy bed I shared with Jaden. My movement sent a ripple of sensation through my bo

broken film reel. The champagne that tasted too swe

fr

he heat radiating from the body behind me was scorching, like lyi

d, storm,

ing, whimpering mess after three years of Jaden's verbal abuse, was currently purri

ed, her voice dri

heavy arm, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. I fell off the bed, lan

ed the city skyline, still slumbering under the grey

ost more than my life, was a notepad. The embos

clain

ped br

ith a stranger. I had

s his relative-a cousin, an uncle, or god forbid, someone high up in the Pack hierarchy-I was

t. His back was a landscape of corded muscle and old battle scars, broad and powerful. Even

to lea

so badly I could barely pull it over my head. The silk was rui

ack to the man.

e woke up and remembered...

from a fated encounter into something cheap. Somet

risp hundred-dollar bills. It was my emergency fund, money I had been squirre

n the nightstand, ri

avy pen. I tore a sheet off the notepad a

vice. Keep

. Treating a high-ranking

the whimper of my wolf who was clawing at my chest,

spered to the air,

t look back as the elevator do

ter

or doors chimed shut,

red-vanilla and fear. It was fading, and the lo

ch. For the first time in years, the constant, maddening noise of the Pack in my head

he ha

shifted to th

first. Three h

hrough the silent room. I reached out and snatche

vice. Keep

snarl that shook the gl

e Blackwood Pack? She thought she could toss me a few

y claws extending, shredding the

. But beneath the anger, there was

ssive

y body to soothe her heat, and then dare

aching out into the

co

ly, his mental voice shar

of the bed, the sheets st

footage from the pe

a threat

flooding the room, cracking the

tribution. "There is a thief. Find the woman who just le