VALEN DEVERAUX’S POV You’d ask why I kept count of the number of wolves who’d stripped naked in front of me in the past few days. The truth is, I need a number to measure the depth of my current misery.The girl currently standing on the center rug of my private office, the twenty-eighth, drops her dress to the floor shyly. It lands in a heap around her ankles, revealing her toned upper body. Her perky breasts, the dip of her waist. Valerie stands across the room, leaning lazily against the bar counter, sipping bourbon. She’s the critic, the curator, and the reason I’m here. Every time a dress drops, she cocks a perfect, impatient brow at me, urging me with her eyes to make a decision.I don’t even need to look at the girl properly. A flicker of my finger is enough.“Next,” I say, tone flat. The girl flinches, quickly pulling the dress back up, her cheeks red with shame as she hurries out the side door.I settle deeper into the cushions, letting the low rhythm of the soft music th
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