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He kissed me with a fierce, possessive focus that intensified from a gentle touch into a silent, demanding storm, his tongue sweeping into my mouth, claiming my taste while his large hand slid behind my head to hold me completely still.It wasn't until a group of passing pack scouts began to let out low, teasing howls that I pushed against his chest, breaking the contact. My cheeks burned hot with instant humiliation.Grant knew my wolf was shy in public. Striding forward with long, confident steps, he instantly caught up to my fast pace, grabbing my waist. "What is the worry? Does your mind think our mouths are breaking pack protocol?"I didn't know how to reply, my chest heaving as my pulse raced."Then let us make it official under pack law," he said, his grip tightening possessively around my hand. "My war-carriage is ready. Let us head straight to the high council hall at Havencrest and sign our permanent mating vows."I blinked out of my daze, looking at him before letting out a

"One million silver tokens for his life.""You broke his jaw and then tossed a million tokens onto his desk?" Jessa Moore snapped up from the velvet sofa so fast her head slammed against the wooden carved armoire. She winced, clutching her skull with a low growl. "Ouch! Are you insane?"Mars Reed checked his own reflection in the darkened glass of the window, tracing the line of his throat where his pack mark sat hidden beneath his high collar. "What? You think it wasn't enough to buy off his pack rights?""No," Jessa muttered, rubbing her bruised forehead while shooting him a look of pure sarcasm. "Mars, why don't you just break my jaw every morning if you're handing out pack fortunes like candy?"I stood by the window of the Havencrest pack house, staring down at the sweeping forest trails of Silverwood. My chest burned, the faint scent of cedar and old blood clinging to my skin. I didn't say a word. I couldn't.Ten minutes later, I walked down the stone steps leading out of the pri

"I don't need a savior, Grant," I snarled, backing away from the heavy oak desk inside the Walker Enterprises Tower, my claws itching beneath my skin as my wolf thrashed in my chest. "And I sure as hell don't need your pity."Grant Walker didn't flinch. He stood tall in his dark alpha suit, his massive shoulders broad enough to block out the high-rise view of Silverwood. His deep amber eyes were fixed on me, heavy with a silent, suffocating fire that made my heart hammer against my ribs."This isn't pity, Mars," Grant said, his deep voice rolling through the office like thunder over the mountains. "It's survival. Tyler and Brooke Caldwell are already filing the petition with the elder council at Cic Forest Marker. By sunset, they'll have the legal right to strip your pack authority."I let out a harsh, bitter laugh, shoving my hands deep into the pockets of my dark leather coat. "Let the bastards try. Tyler couldn't even keep his own mate bond intact without drugging my drinks, and Br

"You don't just put your claw on an alpha's belt without asking first," Grant whispered into my ear, his broad, calloused hand snapping down to pin my wrist right against his leather buckle.His deep, gravelly voice sent a wave of pure, electrical heat straight down my spine, making every hair on my neck stand up. My wolf stirred violently in my chest, scratching at my ribs, desperate to surrender to the thick scent of cedarwood and dark pine rolling off his skin.I froze, my chest heaving as I looked up into Grant Walker's dark amber eyes. "I wasn't trying to touch your belt, Grant. I was reaching for my tactical blade.""Doesn't matter," Grant rasped, his breath hot against the shell of my ear, his grip on my wrist tightening just enough to make my blood pulse. "You only touch me when you mean it, Mars."I shoved hard against his massive chest, using every ounce of my alpha strength to break his hold and step back into the cool air of the lower bay inside the Walker Enterprises Towe

Tyler wiped the cold bead of sweat from his forehead, his sharp claws twitching against his thighs as he stared back at Howard Pierce. "I swear, Howard, I had no idea what kind of venom Brooke Caldwell was brewing back then! She nearly got my wolf executed with her political games, all because I trusted her authority in the pack.""And why did you trust her, Tyler?" Howard’s voice was like grinding stone, his yellow wolf eyes narrowing to slits under the thick mountain mist. "You weren't born yesterday. You wanted her backing to secure your seat at Westline Holdings. You had a thing for Brooke, didn't you?"Tyler went completely silent, his heavy shoulders dropping as the scent of shame rolled off his skin."Jessa, look at this male," Howard barked, turning his sharp gaze onto her. "Is this really the rogue-blooded stray you want to mark as your mate?"Tyler’s chest heaved, sweat glistening on his neck. He looked like he almost wished Howard would just hurl an alpha command or a silve