ien

ure a defiant slash against the page. Seraphina Foster. The name e

her now. I forcefully shoved the instinct down. She was not a prize to

n his hand. His expression was carefully neutral, bu

" I asked aloud, ge

hur Foster. Her mother, Eleonora Beaumont, died when she was a ch

aleb continued. "Overshadowed by her stepsister. Rumors persist

down an Alpha and bent him to her will. There was steel in her. The report detailed her public rejection of Hayden. The picture. Th

nds?" Cal

Pack's shipping d

our five-year plan," Caleb noted. "S

ver. She did her research. The thought wa

It was always there, a low hum of torment that spiked without her near. My hand c

I ground out, the

er estate. Currently at a ne

ssessiveness in my own voice startled me. It was more than jus

ging my fiancée home." The word felt foreign on my to

ingle suitcase. She looked smaller without the armor of her

ify a living arrangement,

into the room and closing the door behind me.

. "I'm not your p

is by my side. It ensures the... efficacy of our arrangement." I used the

e fire in my veins even as it stoked another, deeper hunger. I watched her wei

er voice tight. "But my

ed my lips. "As you wish

f contact was a jolt of lightning. I saw her flinch, her pupils d

ome you to the family." I glanced back at her. "Try to look less like you're heading to your

nt promise of future bat

to Caleb. Dig deeper into Eleonora. I want to know everythin

was also a variable I could not contr