phin

er crisp voice cutting through the quiet kitchen. "Call

ng before the Federal Werewolf Court. Hearing her familiar voice made my throat

e you serious, Sera? Petitioning the Federal Werewolf Court for a unilater

screaming that he wished Chloe were his mother, ech

ally hold a three-percent stake in Black Stone Group's core mineral veins through the original

ck." I opened my eyes, the submissive warmth I h

structed briskly. "Under werewolf law, emotional betrayal by a marked mate causes severe spiritual d

done living with him, an

pieces of the platter and the cold rack of lamb on the floor, I left the kitchen, cro

w. A werewolf's unique scent was supposed to anchor their mate, and for years, J

forced me to wear to maintain his public image. From the bottom shelf, I pulled out a worn black n

e, I pressed my palm against a dusty ceda

fed, military-grade laptop-the weapon of "Lanyin," t

had buried my true genius to play the obedient wife. I slid the laptop into the botto

le. I opened the top drawer, took out the unlimited obsidian-and-gold supplementary credit card that sym

spiral staircase. At the bottom, Martha Tucker, the castle's housekeeper, emer

he spotted the nylon bag in my hand. "

siness on the West Coast," I lied smoothly, keeping

question the Alpha's orders. She bowed her head respectful

I've already arr

heavy iron front doors. The cold autumn wind of late-night New York hit my face, clearing the last fog from my

up to the curb. I yanked open the back door, to

watching Black Stone Castle shrink in the