I bite the Alpha’s throat before he can get the word “reject” out of his mouth, because I’ve been sold, collared, and called a peace bride for the last time.His blood hits my tongue hot and wrong. Copper, winter, and something electric that tastes like the air before a storm tears the sky open. I expect him to howl, to throw me to the ground, to show the whole arena what happens to girls who draw Alpha blood. He doesn’t.His wolf just stops.The entire auction arena goes silent so fast I can hear my own heartbeat. Three thousand shifters in the stands, four Kings on the dais, and not one of them dares to breathe. The only sound is the wet thud of Rook Castiel dropping to his knees in front of me, his hand coming up to the bite on his throat like he can’t compute why it hurts.Silver bleeds out of his eyes as he stares at me. Then gray. Then nothing. He hits the marble stage, and for six seconds, the Alpha of Dead Wolves is dead.Rook Castiel. Necro-wolf. He buried his whole pack thre
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