el

VIP lounge door, carrying the ste

ngerously short black lace slip dress-an outfit two maid

overstepping by testing his patience, Miss Foster. Sign the dis

t and shot him a freezing glare

d the door open, and shoved me h

on the sticky carpet. Pain shot through my kneecaps as a dozen pairs of glo

with his legs crossed, a lit cigar between his fing

of dark red bottles on the table-Blood-Rum, brewed specifica

ric commanded. "Pour d

ue whistled. "Damn, Alpha Kensington! That's

my palms on the floor to stand, only for Alaric to release a ra

pride in my body until I confes

to the glass table and picked up a heavy

ed forward, clamping his grime-crusted hand around my wrist and yank

tipped over, splashing dark red liquor

he Rogue roared, raising his

to hear the terrifying crack

the room in a blur of Alpha speed, his iron hand bending the one-eyed Rogue'

a like garbage, pulled a white silk handkerchie

a cruel sneer. "You can't even pour a drink without making a m

my head. My hand shot out, grabbed a full glass of Blood-R

in a sharp breath as dark red droplets rolled down th

clamped his fingers around my throat and hauled me o

nter cedar mixed with spilled liquor, his fur

die, Hazel," he breathed agains

g applause. Gideon Slate, the ruthless young Alpha of the riva

hem before he grinned at Alaric. "If you're done playing with this useless

doll as he turned to face Gideon, his territorial aura flaring. "The garbag

thirty percent of the west-district underground black market

oked at me curled on the sofa, his dark gray eyes cold

fruit platter, my fingers closing around the handle of a smal

ke a single word: "Deal." Without a backward glance, my husban

ric

t settle; it kept circling, clawing at the edges of my control, dragging up the i

p had been laid before we walked in-or so I had told myself. So why did

estate, the guards' last report said she was locked in a room with a fever I had never ask