abel

derstood why he had brought into his abod

t. Greenwood never cared for me. He won't come. He's too busy playing house with a liar who aba

the mate-bond surging between us, but I refused to let it show in my expression. "You

wards," I snapped, sl

kind of tension. Malakai didn't look angry; he l

ou were weak. Docile and Decorative. But right now

fingers curling into the bedsheets. "And

ke a caged beast. He stopped by the window, loo

eaning your wounds," he paused, his back still turned to me.

itch. I knew what h

back to face me. "With his heir. The next Alpha of the Moonlit Pack i

action. I didn't give him one. I simply placed a hand

lost any claim the mome

ed to me by a bond neither of us wanted. I saw the power in his shoulders, the

asn't

asn't

actly what

my vision tunneling, but I grabbed the stone bedpost and held on. I looked him direct

way to break Greenwood's spirit. But you're an outsider. You don't know the secrets hidden in the basement of

pacing, his entir

y fiber of my being. "I know how the patrols rotate. I know which elders are unhappy

im. He was a wall of muscle a

de me with all the tools I will need to strike at him. Then sit back and watch as I give you the Moonlit P

the offer. I could see the conflict in him-the hatred for my

shoulder. His grip was heavy, marking me as his in a way that

hat you are willing to betray your own p

ed me bleed and said nothing," I replied. "I want him to lose everything. I want him to watch as his world falls apart, and I wa

, heavy minute. Then, a slow, da

ll keep the child safe. Whatever you need shall be provided to you but make no mistake, Lady Clarabel-if

g to worry of because I have more reason

turned to leave, but stopped

... it means nothing," he growled, the sound vibr

ay," I replied to the empty door