Faking Infidelity With The Secret Lycan King

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own. I crouched in the hallway, clinging to the only faint breeze in the building, sta

heavy-hitting hockey enforcer-broad, hulking, and entirely intimidating. He wore a faded black muscle tank, a ti

ss the sight, a sycophanti

ost of the pack's maintenance crew is off watching the playoffs. My apolo

g a guy like him at your beck and call was one of the

e trouble, Gary,"

Harrell is my utmost honor," Gary fawned. "You,

pha pheromones hit me, mixed with motor oil, sweat, and the unapologetic grit of the slums. It was an intoxicating, overpo

didn't hate th

some help?" Gary asked solicitously, eyeing t

of the eight years I'd spent playing his pathetic, subservient mate. Now th

of this to the municipal

e designer suits and expe

voice deadpan and c

forced a nervous smile. "I'

hroom. The mechanic was crouched under the sink, methodically bangi

g the slight tremor of nerves in m

He didn't even

The man was aggressivel

, and save for the jagged silver-burn scar near his right eye, his face was st

outh moved a hell of a l

n and locked eyes with me. His deeply furrowed brows screamed how utterly speechless

g entirely shameless. "I need to hire a p

he replied coldly, immediately tur

irk. "So that mean

over my shoulder to make sure Gary was still o

onths. Three hundred grand a month. Yo

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iron wrench. My heart physically jumped in my chest. I could feel the

just forget I-" My cowardly retre

, Mrs. Harrell?" His dark, pred

myself to stand tall. "Y

ips, raking his eyes down my body. I frowned i

haracter... are you going t

down in the

front door. The cheap wood groaned under his weight. In the pitch-bla

can," he murmured. His voice was low and stead

I ran his background checks, put him through a medical screening, and

o a hotel," I challenged, tilting my chi

l, you have to do it in a place that makes y

g my pipes. He was doing this on purpose. Thank the Moon Goddess the room

you're impotent? Why else are you talking so

earlier completely swallowed me whole. It sparked like a wildfire on dry

terly out of my depth, trying to buy myse

unbothered. "Tender romance is for your pampered Al

indignation. I was the one paying for his services

n't a useless benchw

rets remained locked in my throat. It wasn't until he noticed my absolute lack of experience that the sheer humiliation finally boiled over, and the tears strea

ext m

bloom outside the window. I lay there, genuinely convinced Darrel Wol

high in the sky. Thank God. I could still see the sun. I'd lost count of

lean clothes neatly folded on the nightstand, twenty-f

eally isn't that hard. No wonde

was Daniel Foster,

ur residence yesterday. Please ensure you review them. Alpha Harrell has fulfilled all the

mantic dreams I'd once clung to. I had loved Corbett for eight years, was his mate for three, and it all crashed

empire could not suffer a single PR stain. For this separation

ed me a massive severance payout. Every insider who knew about the

wed to design my downfall is me. What Cor

limped toward the entryway of the cramped, cheap rental. There, sitting

old, unapolog

ht. A

overtime, why isn't he out here servicing rich s