sand

kened as the phantom terror of Damien Blackwood faded, quickly replaced by a flush of humiliated ra

the Alpha of this pack. Here is the compromise. I will take Cecelia as my chosen mate, but I won't reject

the Moon Goddess," I said coldly. "Tell me, Angelo, did Alpha King

s darted away for a fract

fing, building his empire

nd I cut off the monthly stipends to your father's pack today. Let's see how long your wolfless lit

ecelia's hand and stormed out of the suite,

ught he had found the one cha

d out from the adjoining room, her hands trembling.

ite. I was back in the Vaughn Packhouse. The air reeked of my stepmother Evelyn's cloying scent-h

damp room were lined with trace amounts of silver foil. To a wolfless pup, the metallic tang was a poison that left me violently ill, shi

s broken mate-bond was a chain I couldn't break. He was wrong. It was

Cressie sobbed, wringing her apron.

ade of ice. "He is nothing, Cr

her tear-filled

voice steady. I reached up and brushed my heavy hair aside, exposing the smooth, unbl

her hands flyi

etrayal, was grounds for a forced Rejection by the Alpha King himself. Angelo had been so arr

e very weapon I nee

ority of my White Wolf bloodline straightening my spine