Marked by the Absolute Alpha CEO

e. Not the stale beer and cheap perfume of the Pack's charity gala, but an intox

e in my brain. I was a wolfless Omega. I shouldn't be in a penthouse. I shouldn't be in *his* bed. The residual heat beside me and the sound of

rd, clutching the silk to my chest,

water dripping down his dark hair. My eyes caught the ugly, twisted scars melting the skin on his right outer thigh-permanen

ho had just shared a bed with someone; he sounded like a billionaire CEO closing a hostile takeover. "A mate contract. A w

. "A contract? You want to

corner. Folded neatly was a pristine Chane

t was a level of omnipotence that made my stomach churn. He wasn't just lookin

t, my voice trembling but defia

gleam flashed in his eyes. "Julian Kane is an obstacle easily removed," he stated, his tone dripping with i

eb he had spun around me suddenly pulled tight. He wasn't just the

, grabbing the clothes and

ng like a beautiful straitjacket. When I emerged, he was

the problem," he warn

shot back, my hand already on the heavy oak door. "At

lent, thick-carpeted corridor. The mirrored elevator reflected my pale, terrif

doorman gave me a reverent nod, but I ignored him, my eyes scanning the stre

tly to the curb, cutting off my path entirely. Th

y suit, was Elias Vance-the Pack's Beta, the H

n't reach his eyes. "Good morning, Ms. Vance. Alph