To Marry a Monster
With just a little more leverage, she would strip the Whitmore title from the house entirely.
When I descended the grand staircase an hour later, the fragile, exhausted wolf from the morning was gone. I had slipped into a form-fitting, tailored black silk suit that accentuated the long lines of my frame, my hair styled perfectly back, and the silver crest of the Whitmore bloodline pinned proudly to my lapel. My black leather boots clicked sharply against the marble, instantly capturing Lucien’s undivided attention.
His golden eyes tracked my form, a dark, dangerous hint of territorial jealousy darkening his features as his voice growled through the room. “What is the purpose of that formal d
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