Catherine’s POVThe doorknob turned, and the world seemed to tilt.Before I could even process the panic, Ethan’s hand was a vice around my waist, hauling me backward. Without saying a word, he dragged me into the narrow, shadowed space behind the towering mahogany bookshelf that lined the far wall.It was a space that barely fit one person, let alone two, and as we pressed into the dark, the smell of old parchment and dust mingled with the intoxicating scent of rain still clinging to his skin.I squeezed my eyes shut, my heart hammering so hard I was certain it would echo off the wood. A bitter thought flickered through the fear. I didn't understand why I was hiding inside my own study, in my own house, like a common thief.I was the one who had built this pack’s wealth, yet here I was, cowering in the dark because my husband’s brother had his hands on me.But before I could linger on that thought, the door creaked open.“That bitch is too calculating,” Simon’s voice spat, the sound
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