van

e bed, watchi

g on her temple and the angry red scrape on her knee. Her brow was furrowed, her lips pressed i

er forehead, to feel the softness of her skin. I stopped myse

pulled the door quietly shut and

is salt-and-pepper hair was perfectly combed, his suit immaculate. He was the only person I trusted with m

atly, his eyes scanning my rain-soa

girl in the west guest room. She's

on I'd seen from him in years. Without another wo

ctuary, a place of cold logic and hard data. I sat at my

Beau

headlines, each one mor

Pack: A Scandalous Af

n: Chloe Beaumont's H

ng. Chloe, looking disheveled, in the arms of a smirking, heavyset man I recognized as Bud George. The angle wa

. The temperature in the study

her reputation and force her into a marriage that would benefit them. They

nd Alistair walked in. He close

I cleaned and dressed them. But her vitals are all over the place. She's suffering fro

the screen. "Gi

She's the adopted daughter of the Raymond Pack's Alpha. Her marriage to Bud George is

hey can win," I s

s still unstable. Your father is weak, your stepmother is ambitious, and your half-brother is a fool, but a dange

omentary lapse in judgment. He coul

Alistair," I said, my

"Fine. But don't say I didn't warn

ngered. He was right about my family. They were circling, wai

more than wil

r room, pushing the door open a crack. I

sheets tangled around her legs. A sheen

, her voice thick w

sn't me... l

ke a physical thing, a cold spike in the air. I wanted to

fragile, almost tender. A single name escaped her lips, a broken

ili

n the silent ro

hell was

It was a raw, primitive jealousy I had never experienced befor

n my head. She is

ilio was. A past lover? A

past. I was

d I would make damn sure that my name was t