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attic window as I strapped my small escape pack around my waist and

ts swept past the hedge, giving me a three-minute blind

p high heels clicked down the hallway outsid

d unlocked the door to find Bianca leaning against the frame in

e still belongs in a moldy attic," Bianca

ing my hand on the doorknob as

ft me. "Do you really think old Alpha Winston forcing Duke to marry you makes you th

en get a ring," I shot back, stepping closer to meet her glare. "You couldn't s

he hurled my mother's wooden brush on

c malice she had shown in high school. "Eight years ago, I should have

n my chest. "My life is tough enough to watch you g

the rain, making Bianca flinch. Shooting me a murderous glare,

riving cars, I bolted the door, grabbed my pack, thre

ic

n from the outside-no doubt handed over by

rs of his dark coat, his ice-gray eyes cold and unread

ed, leaning his shoulder against the doorf

window, he crossed the room in three effortless strides, his hand clam

ing against his iron grip as he

aking over my escape pack with cold disgust. "And here I heard you agreed to th

ght the dizzying pull of the mate bond as he backed me against the wall. "You

ment. "Marrying you is a nightmare I didn't ask for. But if I'm going to keep my Alpha title and the company I built, my father dema

word cut sharp

et his icy stare. "You want to play games with my life? Watch me end this ri

nough to pin me flush against the wa

to a lethal, mocking purr. "I, Duk

t in shock. "Yo

the side of my neck. Despite the ambergris potion, the sheer proxim

nt, intoxicating pull of our bond hijacked his compo

, we're scent-matched too," he rasped

out, shoving uselessly against his c

d childhood nickname dripping with years of pent-up anger and bru

rtery at the base of my neck, and sharp Alpha canines elongated against my sk