The Alpha Commander's Defiant Wolfless Contract Mate

Holland

tore through my throat, and every bone in my

a flickering oil lamp that gave off a harsh, smoky smell. I was in a sha

body of Gwenda Holland, an overweight woman from the borderlands, mocked throughout the

beneath my left shoulder blade burned as though it had been branded. The air around me was thick with the sh

ed, fastening the top button of his black Vanguard Regiment uniform. He was Devonta Wolf, the feare

d the frayed linen blanket up to my chin to

in smelling of cheap tobacco. Right behind him was my half-brother, Ac

roof!" Arthur roared, pointing a thick finger at the messy b

ward a step, hi

put in the commander

. My throat was raw, but

? Go see a healer and st

ly open as if he could not believe his timid, self

d room, making both Arthur and Acey gasp for air. He gave a low cough, a faint flush

ach me through a Mind-Link, but, without an Inner Wolf, I had no way to answer. A fli

overwhelmed me," Devonta said, his deep voice leav

s eyes, and he immediate

must follow borderland law and bind yo

rehead as he reached out

lewoman from the capital pack! How can you bind your

y aching temple then let

d, throwing off the blanket and standing up on heavy but stead

is Alpha status and had never met such cold rejection. He strode over until his tower

," he said, looking down at me. "In three days, an armored reg

ense gaze wit

nder. Just don't expe

act from his coat and slapped it onto the wooden table. Devonta didn't hesitate for a second; he unclip

lingering for a moment on my calm silver-gray irises. Acey slammed h

gainst the floorboards. The moment he stepped out, I silently circulated my special-ops medical breathing techn