CHAPTER THIRTEEN
FREYA’S POV
Rhett was hiding something. He surely was not dumb enough to think I’d bought into the nonchalance. What bothered me was what it could have been that necessitated this urgent need for a loyalty pact. Were the werewolves under attack perhaps? But we were talking of the Roxen city Pack, the strongest pack among the four cities of werewolves. So to think it would be something that pushed him to suddenly seek the loyalty pact with Mafia of all people, set a thrilling chill down my spine. Perhaps it could be something I could use against the werewolves and get out of this marriage once and for all. I just need to get the right information.
“Ma’am? We are here,” Declan, Rhett’s chauffer- and now mine too- said, pulling my focus on my own warring thoughts.
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