tte

! A free, goddamn,

nst hers, the sound echoing in the sparse, empty space of my new apartment. We were sitting cross-legged o

s tickled my nose. It was the m

ell me everything about last night's mysterious, bleeding strang

"I don't know his name. And it was

out the cufflink, which I'd wrapp

apped it. "Holy shit, Colette. This thin

. Her family ran in circles I could only imagine, a world of wealth and pac

mured, pulling out her phone.

oked like photos from exclusive pack galas

. It was a text from a former collea

now, he was telling everyone at the bar last nig

s giving me a deadline, as if my life was a game he w

making me jump. She sho

tood with his back partially to the camera, talking to Donovan Sharp, the chairman of the massive Sky-High Gr

f-head

range, stuttering

ows up at the highest-level pack meetings. Never gives interviews. They call him 'The Alpha King' in some circl

estate heir?-tried to get chummy with him at a function once. The next day, the Sterling pack

to take his hand off his wound, the man I had shoved into

e. I felt like I had stumbled into a lion's

m my face. "It's okay. You saved his life. He owes you. But yeah... ma

o sever this bizarre, terrifying connection before it ruined my

der

ower, I was the sledgehammer. I sat in Donovan Sharp's own chair, cas

up-a mere subsidiary of my own global empire-was standi

le, "that one of your subsidiaries has been making thing

ad no idea what I, his Alpha King, was talki

fe investigated. I'd found out about the pharmaceutical rep she'd turned down, and the subsequent, baseless complaint filed wi

r. Colette Freeman," I said, my voice dropping another

rected himself, his voice shaking. "Yes, Mr. No

lked to the door, leaving Donovan Sharp to

Liam, was waiting fo

on. Hanna Hamilton has moved her belongings into your ne

to a faint, dange