ia's

re

eason why he sh

ghts sc

ther I walked out of here as Sebastian Simons'

rciful silence his presence gave me, mad

mo

ose intense green eyes, "I have abso

ose fractional

ered story, every sensational headline-they're all dead or missing. So if you're looking for wife number seven to f

t, the room wa

ons threw his head

ite chuckle or

his entire face. The harsh lines softened. The coldn

are either the bravest woman I'v

I be

ened into som

re you so confident you'll b

nly person in this entire building whose mind is blessedly, perfectly sil

dn't say a

e because my family's pack is drowning in debt and you're the life raft they've thrown me toward. I

his expression-surprise

eated, tasting the

seventh wife.

intain eye contact. God, he was tall. Towering. The kin

n't lower

my seventh bride? Then I'll give you a chance, if only for your courage. But remember-it doesn't matter

ng back at me over his shoulder. "Are you comi

haking hands that I hoped he didn't notice. "I

see abo

e room, every single pair of ey

ion? " the guide asked in a low voice, con

bastian tilted his chin

ance. As if choosing a bride, a Luna, w

that waiting ar

nto my mind like a tsunami after the p

t no

she have th

to be a

less

dare

ully blank, even as the vo

gasped, pointing at me "

in, meeting he

hem judge. I'd been j

ide said firmly, though I could hear the doubt screaming in he

No one did. Of course they didn't. This was Sebastian Simons, Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack,

ind-link. Then she bowed to me and said, "Miss Taylor, Mad

of the Silver Moon Pack,

aid, proud that my