The Rejected Substitute: Her Secret White Wolf Identity

st powerful Alpha on the East Coast. To the world, I was Isabella, the spoiled

l the contract expired so I cou

ogues demanded a trade: the wife for the mistress. Donovan didn't h

about me, the rogue ha

the eye and drove the

epped over my bleeding body to carry his mistress to safety. He left me t

secretly given my rare blood to save

idn't know he had just tortured Ava-hi

ized the woman in his house smelled wrong. He tore the world apart to find

and resting in the grip of a n

ject

pte

a

ty-four h

s cold, sharp, and purely transactional. The contract expires tomorrow at midnight, Ava. The fifty

uest wing of the Blackwood Estate. I didn't reply.

d survived three

an on the East Coast, Alpha Donovan Blackwood. But that was a lie. Isabella had run away with her human lover three days befo

a who couldn't shift, whose wolf was to

touched the silver necklace around my throat. It was lined with a thin layer of wolfsbane, just

of a White Wolf, a bloodline thought to be extinct-he would n

wouldn'

nner wolf push to the surface, confused. But then, Chloe had stepped closer. Chloe, the "friend" of the family, reeking of that sic

abe

My heart jumped, a cond

that filled the frame and dark hair that fell over eyes as cold as ice.

e medicine?"

I stammered, lowering my head. An Ome

eemed to drop. "She needs her suppressants. The storm is too heavy for th

t the glass, thunder shaking the foundations of the

ll do a

olf, Seraphina, whimpered deep inside me, paralyzed by the absolute authority in his voice.

from his voice. "And don't com

the bone within seconds. I wasn't strong like a warrior. I was frail. I stumbled thr

hivering and blue-lipped,

n's voice said. It was his Beta

er Pack needed money; I needed their land rights. Once the contract is done, she is g

I knew this. I had known this for three years. But hear

but I slipped on the wet marbl

over me. He looked at my drenched form,

d. "You smell like a wet

dicine," I whispere

. He grabbed my arm, his grip bruising. "Stop sha

old, D

e." He shove

ate, it was enough. I stumbled back and fell against the hallway

zz

my forearm, the smell of burning flesh filling the air. For wer

't rush to help. He just watch

have guests tomorrow. If you embarrass me, t

eaving me curled on the floo

. I didn't cry for his love. I didn't cry

, Donovan Blackwood, I thought, the hatred burning hotter than the s