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nd swung shut behind Alaric, but the suf

breathe. The air was still thick with his intoxicating scent-cedarwood and freezing ice-and

proof black Maybach parked on the cobblestone street. He slid into the backseat without a

bleeding red across the rain-slicked cobbles before vanishing around the corner. I ke

nient wife for a man whose reputation was carved from blood and gol

thing but a dying pack name, had just stepped into his cage willingly. A bitter laugh nearly escape

l clutching the edge of the marble table, her Beta wolf thorou

ew York has a mandatory twenty-four-hour waiting period for marriage licenses. If

xecutive assistant, requesting the necessary legal man

later, a notificatio

Jake R

Re: Judic

been secured. See you at

I re-read the email twice, searching for any sign of fraud, but the domain was authentic, and the waiver numbers matched the state registry format. How had he done it? More importantly, why had he done it with such blinding speed? A man who moved this fast did n

asked, leaning over

into my bag, ruthlessly burying the terrifying implications of that email. I couldn't aff

my voice hardening into ice. "Once he officially strips my inheritance, I

anor is crawling with Barret's Warriors. You're Wolfles

her whispered warning on her deathbed: "Guard the vault, Alexa. Everything we are is in that box." I had kept her secret for seven years. I would not let Barret's greedy hands desecrate her legac

through the heavy brass doors, stepping out into the cris

ling her comforting citrus scent one l

wail of a siren. New York was indifferent to my crisis-just another frantic hea

acked vinyl seat. The driver glanced at me in the rearview mirror, raising a bu

d glass and watched the glittering skyline blur past. Tomorrow I wo