ra

air instantly thickened with Kaelen's scent-that suffocating storm of wet earth and sharp c

, taut and dangerous. Then, Kaelen reached beside him and tossed a thick, leather-boun

he comman

my stomach churn. *Unrestricted access to Pack accounts. Full security detail. The title of future Luna.* It wasn't a proposal;

the folder shut and threw it back at his chest. "I don't want you

s stormy gray eyes devoid of any emotion, looking at me as if I were a child throwing a tantrum. His s

the 45th floor, I was marched into his office-the Alpha's Command Cent

edge of a leather sofa. "You can't

his arms, his massive frame blocking the sunlight from the floor-to-ceili

ev

ile playing on his lips. "Not even to find

of my dead mother hung in the air

voice dropping to a lethal purr, "yo

I sank onto the sofa.

n public library in Queens to scour microfilms of fifteen-year-old newspapers. Three weeks ago, you tried to bypass the Pac

rets to his predatory gaze. I felt entirely naked, my soul stripped bare. Th

whispered, tears of absolu

crouching before me. His large, calloused hands gripped m

in my chest. "Sign the contract, Elara. Become my Luna. It is the only way you wil

lf. He wasn't just offering me a title; he was offering me the revenge I had craved my e

?" I ch

t jolt of electricity down my spine. "Because an Alpha," he

ng out of me. I didn't say yes, but my si

stood up. "Your phone," he d

t even look at it before tossing it into a desk drawer and locking it. Fro

. From now on, y

re only two contacts: *Kaelen

" I pleaded, a pathetic last attempt to cling

of a violent storm. The *Alpha's Command* crashed down on me, heavy and a

s desk to finalize the paperwork of my captivity, a sudden, violent wave of nausea rolled through my stomach, a