ra

ny doors of the Alpha's Command Center clicked shut behind me

elain toilet in the furthest stall. I dry-heaved violently, my body rejecting t

. She pushed the stall door open, her vanilla scent la

y skin pale and clammy. "Bad sandwich from the deli,"

narrowed slightly, a mix of worry and speculation crossin

room. "Don't be ridiculous, Dahlia! It's just a stupid sandwich." I had to hide my rebellion against the Alpha's bloodline

d into a dull ache, but a new nightma

ted notification from the Pack's internal sec

issed over the part

ames of elite Warriors and Pack Elders. There,

my coworkers. A wolfless Omega attending the most exclusive Pack summit in history? It was unheard of. Kaelen w

o the elevator, determined to dema

oor, Elias Vance stood like a marbl

ink conference," Elias stated, hi

iate me!" I snapped, my fists cl

message with absolute precision. "The Alpha says this is you

w blood. He was using my mother's ghost and my deepest obsession as a l

ssage from Dahlia: *Julian just cornered me. He saw the Summit list. He's be

den he cheated on. Today, seeing my name linked to the Alpha's power, I was suddenly

e buzzed again. A

re un

urity runes above the door glowed faintly

I typed back

ia

holding a heavy obsidian thermos engraved with Pack runes. "The Alpha

ng. I took the warm thermos, feeling the

e the Blackwood Industries building. Sitting on a concrete bench, I unscrewed the

be tamed by his p

a public trash can, and hurled the priceless obsidian

s, the tinted window of a black armored

n pharmacy?* Kaelen's voice echoed th

ce replied in his mind. *It

y gray eyes darkening as he watched his Mate walk awa