ery

t was a micro-expression, a nervous tick I had learned to recognize only in the final,

l wave. He knew. He remembered everything. He wa

ained my life force and watched me die, he still dared to stand here and demand

cold, blinding fury. There was n

hrough his angry tirade. "If we go through with this Mating

left my lips, the blood d

y lightning, his pupils constricting in sh

aristocratic mask crumbling. He clearly thought I was ju

estion. When you take me as your Luna and drain my pack's wealth, where will you hide your

ridiculous! Blaire and I have absolutely nothing to do with each other right now! Her fiancé just died! If y

of being the monster. It was exactly like my past life. Every single argument we ever had, every tear I shed, was always bec

ison. "You think I want to harm her? Oh

e about Blaire Mitchell. If you love her so much, go marry her! Make her your Luna! Let

s barely escaping his teeth. He finally reali

ery Harrington he could control. I w

im to fear me. I wanted him to know that

istress conspired to murder, I didn't

lent battle more intens

y, completely understood

ped in this damne

ng darker, more ruthless. If he couldn't preten

d, straightening his collar, regaining his aristoc

turning to leave th

d me, a dark threat lacing hi

. "The one forcing