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. His gray eyes were entirely devoid of warmth, fixed on me w

ust go," I said, turning f

re an invisible, crushing wei

a co

ystem. Even without an inner wolf to submit spiritually, my human physiology buckled under the sheer atmos

e stepped past me, so close that the wool of his coat brushed m

flooded my mouth. Forcing my stiff muscles to move, I followe

territory negotiations. She was radiant, confident, and perfectly bred for the role of a Hig

t catered strictly to high-ranking Pack nobility. The crystal

forehead nearly touched his hands. "Lord Mills! Lady Aurora! What

ompletely ignoring me as if I were

broidered with real crushed diamonds against her slender frame.

nter of the lounge, crossing his long legs. He gave

you think, Everleigh? Oh, forgive me... I forgot you've worn nothing but mourning black

Miss Mcfadden," I replied, keepin

anished into the spacious fit

P lounge fell into a hea

s near the back wall, but I could feel his gaze burning into the nap

rple velvet gown. The cut was modest yet striking, but what caught my br

months deciphering under my alias, Lotus Sage. To see a human designer accidentally mimic a sacred wa

st and cedar suddenly e

ibrated against the shell of my ear. His breath was warm, a star

ned me, stepping sideways to put distance betw

ached out, casually lifting the midnight-purple gown from the rack by

" Damon c

obsequious delight. "Of course, my lord! Shall I

s locking onto mine with absolute, u

nt it. And I certainly cannot a

eplied smoothly, his voice dropping an octave. "A

g room slid open. Aurora stepped out in an ivory lace gown

one look?" she called

n look at her dr

ping the midnight-purple velvet gown into an embossed gold box. Her eyes lit up with

y. The attendants stopped moving, sens

my fingernails dig

, his expression perfectly calm, yet his w

d unapologetic. "I purchased it as