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d at my eyes. All my life, I'd been a loyal pack member, always following orders. But this? This was a cruel

nging Weston into our pack. His strength and loyalty would make us unstoppable. But if you turn him down, the consequences will be dire. W

calloused fingers seized my chin, forcing my head back

hands? Sleep soundly, knowing the d

still digging into my jaw. My jaw ached as

p whining like

e was an almost savage triumph there. He was getting everything he could possibly want: an end to the v

out of this, you'll wish you

was because of the cocktail of terror, fear, rage, or desp

e, it seems like you have a party t

ng for the good of the pack. I'd always been a loyal member, following orders without question. But this was different. This was a sacrifice, a trade-off. I'd learned the hard way t

s in a bind already, a beast

ar

as possible. I needed to be by myself and process everything that had

de, malicious, and feral. It wa

s on your engag

f our history he knew, then closed it. If he didn't know who

to be with Wes

ly surprised that you thought it was a good i

n't matter

wn me that he is not worthy of my time or attention, especially after humiliating me pu

ng under the assumption that I'm giving you a choice." His voice was a low growl, a

this is a goo

't make it worse by being obstinate. You have no leverage here and quit making th

himself my father. I wanted to say NO. I

nd there was really onl

ka

I turned left to route back to my room, hoping the autumn air help clear my head. All i

y cleavage and curve in all the wrong ways. I could barely move, let alone breathe, thanks to the constricting bodice and t

restricted, especially when it came to simple acts like sitting down. Th

Bruce Furrow of the Shado

n who'd once rejected and humiliated me, was my only option. His beastly reputation was fearsome, but I cl

der his breath as his hand tightened on my

er. He would draw blood in front of everyone, even in front of my intende

me as the crowd parted. woman smirked at me, no doubt because my slinky dress was out of place in the crowd of yellow, white and purple. Most of the wo

ed lace would slip, and this ball woul

my ear. "Fuck this up, Zara, and you know what

ld be. I would see my father and his men use hot pockers, hot rod and silver needles. I had seen

aw a monster. When everyone els

d around, I slowly released my breath. Weston was a handsome man who

on me. First there was surprise, and then obvious hung

Liam Adolf, m

is voice. Instead, I bowed my head and curtsied as m

t soon that she will make

ather had explained, there were limited choices, especially within our social circle. He often

m, was nothing more than a team hitchhiking in the side of the r

face and body. Weston

was looking at me,