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grand gates of the Palmer Packhouse, a fleet of black bulletproof SUVs idled, their engines

air. His face was deathly pale, his eyes swirling with

y Warrior growled, grabbing my b

vel, my blood running cold

rous warning. "I, Alpha Harold, command you to get in that transport,"

. But as the command hit me, a strange, icy resilience flared deep within my veins.

widened in she

"I will not marry you. My father and Alpha Heir Braydon are playing you for a fool. They forged a death warrant against my mother to force

rd. Bryce's head snapped toward Braydon, his

you lying bitch!

heavy leather boot slammed into my ribs with the force of a freight train. I flew backward,

y. "Do not listen to this insane girl!" he shouted, feigning the heartbreak of a betrayed father. "Her mother, Estelle, is

an to sneer at me, easily sw

My ribs screamed in agony, but my hands were steady as I reached into my

rasped, tossing it di

other mating with a Rogue. His knuckles turned white, the paper crinkling under his furious gr

rippled fool you can just toss your garbage to, Harold? I will not accept this insult. Luna Queen Augusta

n't the suffocating pressure of an Alpha. It was something far more terrifying. A fai

tention upward. High above, on the secluded balcony of the Packhouse'

, his abyssal black eye

Prince Bryce is humiliated,"*

ced hearing caught Ezekiel's cold, rumbl

k amusement in his eyes, a silent acknowledgment of my defiance against t

of absolute power, stubborn weakl

his wheelchair around and barked orders for his men t