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ndrea's loft. The shattered remains of the tequila glass had been swept away, replac

muted, overshadowed by the smell of burnt espresso and the anxiety rolling off her Beta wo

ust a billionaire. He is an apex predator. The rumors on Wall Street say his Inner Wolf is dangerously flawed-feral. He is n

urveillance photo of Ala

e to

calloused hand had clamped around my waist. I remembered the violent, electric sparks that had ignited my nerve en

rom touching me. He

r, Hertha-the highest Elder of the Maxwell trust-is threatening to freeze his personal asset

over me. The White Wolf blood in

I need a backer with enough capital and absolute authority to financially obliterate Barret and Floyd. A contract marriage is

yes wide. "You're talking about

ng," I corrected softly. "

nness. She pulled up a hacked itinerary on her tablet. "He has a private

cafe had no exterior signage, just a heavy brass door that opened into a dimly lit, hyper-exclusive sanctuary. The air was thick wi

eas were intimate, separated only by one-inch thick carved wooden

r is here," she whispered, shrinking back into the leather seat. "Burgundy velvet

al surge down. I needed to be flawless. I leaned forward, resting my elbows

e intricate carvings on the wooden partition beside me. "I will play his perfect, untouchable Luna for the M

tries to exert his Lycan domina

e line and touch me, I will use my legal team to financially castrate him in divorce co

ming faintly from my own skin as my confidence peaked. I was ready

on the other side of that one-inch wooden