ra

Maybach was jarring. The tinted privacy glass severed us from the world, leaving only the low hum of t

," Zara, a lethal-looking Blackwood Warrior, re

hat about Paris?" I asked, my voice tentative. The honeymoon had been a highly public

scanning what looked like tactical border maps. "Canceled. We have a Rogue s

s half a bitter laugh. No

ly devoid of warmth. "The sooner you understand that every

The gothic stone estate loomed at the end of the gravel drive like a sleeping be

tracking my every move. I grabbed the heavy, suffocating layers of my wedding dress and

catch me. Instead, he turned, his voice cr

fr

ned, his tone lethal. "Don't ever let th

my knees, and lifted my chin. Channeling every ounce of defiance I had left,

There were no personal touches, just a massive king-sized bed domi

as Damien casually loosened his tie. "Are

ms would be a declaration of war." He tossed his tie onto a leather chair. "But our contract does not require a

ung, but the rel

e-bond laws still apply. Betrayal will tear your soul apart, and Blackwood law will finish the job. As f

the adjoining master bathroom, the

e dark wood was a heavy, black metal credit card. An unlimited Black Car

te the Vance terri

e hadn't used our wedding date; he used the day my Pack fe

icked up the heavy metal card, my fingers tracing the embossed

Alpha?" I whispered to the empty room, slippi