The Cursed Alpha Bride
, carpeted hallway, however, my path was blocked. Elena lenivori leaned against the wall, swirling a glass of champagne. She was dressed in a gown that cost more than most wolves made in a year, her blonde hair perfectly coiffed. She looked me up and down with a sneer that didn't reach her cold, calculating eyes. "You look lost, little wolf," she drawled. "The servant's entrance is around the back." I moved to step around her, but she shifted, blocking me again. She reached into her clutch and pulled out a sleek, black credit card, holding it out between two manicured fingers. "Let's cut the charade," Elena said, her voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. "We both know you're just a gol
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