"You want him for what?"Richard’s voice wasn't a roar. It was a low, jagged vibration that made the crystal whiskey decanter on the table rattle. He leaned forward, his knuckles white where they gripped the edge of the mahogany.Caleb Allen didn't flinch. He leaned back in his leather chair, a slow, calculated smile spreading across his face. He looked like his sister, Rebecca—same sharp nose, same predatory eyes. "Not just for anything, Richard. For the future of the Allen pack. My sister is gone. The Council is breathing down my neck. I need a guarantee. A marriage alliance. Joshua marries my younger brother, and his healing blood becomes an Allen asset.""He is not an asset." Richard’s chair screeched against the floor as he stood. The air in the private club room turned heavy, thick with the scent of a cornered Alpha. "He’s my mate. He’s the mother of my children. You’re asking for my heart on a platter.""I'm asking for survival." Caleb tapped a rhythm on the table. "Thorne is l
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