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"Cameron?"The name hung in the air, bitter as wolfsbane. Cameron Steele didn't look at me. He was focused on the woman sobbing on the silk sheets of our bed—Lexi Hart."My hand, Cam! It’s making a crunching sound," Lexi wailed, clutching her wrist like it was a severed limb. "I can’t shift like this. I’ll be a cripple. How am I supposed to run with the pack?"Cameron lifted her onto the pillows, his touch gentler than any he’d ever wasted on me. "I’ll get a healer. You're fine." He turned his head, his blue eyes cold enough to freeze the marrow in my bones. "Apologize to Lexi. Now."Lexi was the high-blood heiress. The 'pure' wolf. I was just the omega placeholder he’d been forced to tether himself to after his near-death accident three years ago. If her family, the Hart Pack, found out I’d bruised their precious daughter, they’d hunt me for sport.My chest tightened. He used that tone—the Alpha command—but it didn't work on me anymore. "Apologize?""You laid paws on her," Cameron gr

"Track her," Cameron barked into his comms, his voice shaking with a vibration that wasn't just the helicopter’s rotors. "I want to know where that bird lands and who owns it."Lexi clutched his arm, her scent sour with fear and jealousy. "Why do you even care, Cam? She’s a traitor. She probably had this 'alpha' waiting in the wings the whole time we were mated."Cameron shook her off, his jaw tightening so hard a tendon jumped in his neck. "Shut it, Lexi. I have to report this to Naomi. If she finds out I let her favorite 'relic' disappear into thin air, there’ll be hell to pay. Sierra’s life is nothing to me, but my pack’s reputation is."Lexi gnashed her teeth, a low growl vibrating in her throat. She hated how Naomi Brooks always looked at Sierra like she was a queen in waiting.The Northlands blurred beneath us. Freedom tasted like the biting wind whipping through the cabin.Thirty minutes later, the helicopter descended toward the roof of a fortress-like structure overlooking th

The vibration on the nightstand was a serrated blade cutting through my sleep. I fumbled for the device, the screen burning my retinas.Cameron.Three years of silence. Three years of being his shadow, his silent "relic" wife, and not once had he ever reached out. If this had been yesterday, my heart would have hammered against my ribs with pathetic hope. Now? I let the call bleed out into the silence of the room.My first rejection. It felt like oxygen finally hitting my lungs.A moment later, the screen lit up again. This time, it was one of the Steele maids. I sighed, sliding the bar to answer. "Yeah? What’s wrong?""Sierra, where the hell is my cobalt tie? The silk one from the Northlands vault."It wasn't the maid. It was Cameron’s voice, a low, arrogant rasp that used to make my wolf whimper in submission. I felt a cold sneer touch my lips. "Check the leftmost slot of the second cedar drawer, Mr. Steele.""Get back here and find it yourself," he snapped, his tone thick with the