ra

y relocated to the drawing room, the Pack photographer was already waiting by

moothly, though his Alpha aura pressed

s fingers digging into my hip. The overwhelming scent of smoked cedarwood and cold steel enveloped me,

low grave,*" he whispered, a low, vibrating grow

mouth up. The camera flas

or a checkbook. Instead, he pulled a thick, legal document

" Declan

y. "This... this is a loan. The interest rate i

to a lethal calm. "Any default will be considered an incursion on Blac

scribbled his name. Lydia shot me a look of pure, venomous hatred, blaming m

ng wave of disgust washed over me. Declan hadn't just humiliated the

an ordered without looking at

down the Main Hallway, my steps completely silent against the col

one I had never heard directed at me. "I'll deal with the wolfless problem soon. I pr

er blade. He wasn't just hiding them;

reds of my fear, leaving only a cold, sharp clarity. I turne

itle, replacing it with *Termination of the Bloodline Continuation Agreement*. I adjusted the margins and font to perfectly match the heavy par

t my ribs as I crept bac

I was wolfless, my scent-a faint trace of petrichor and wild freesia-was practically nonexisten

corner of his mahogany desk, bound in a loose red ribbon. With trembling fing

hadows near the bookshelf ju

to go, Karly. I have a mountain of Pack

is heavy fountain pen and pulled the stack of Pacts toward him. He didn't read them. He ju

ign. Fli

me from his phone-a text from Karly-pulled his gaze away. A faint smile touched his lip

into the wire tray

tching the wet ink of his sign