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Chapter 1

The clock alar the snooze button with th than she meant The hard plastic collapsed around her fist

Oh, my head She never should have matched the Greywolf tea with lycans twice et wasted Last night, theya nefarious Russian olf mobster Men she’d admired for their military prowess

Yet their sacrifice was for naught New team member Lev Volkov and enforcer, Do pack What started as a soleht of drinking to lycan justice and victory over the oath breakers

Cricket rubbed her te head Turning wolf, throwing up, and then carried to her room by alpha team leader and boss, Rylee Shit She drank to victory, but why she drank to inebriation hadtaken off the next teanment

Cricket had hoped to work on their latestolf, like the last two, had disappeared from the face of the earth Instead, she’d be stuck at headquarters tending to a deeply depressed, on the edge of insanity, olf prince Not a fan of royals, still it sucked his entire pack had been massacred by the Russian mob olf Rylee’s teaover than the heartache the prince felt Her ward He'd also been robbed of his right to kill his pack's eance, and then justice, Tea? Not only had she brought him here, but she hoped he’d join her team

Ugh The last thing I want is to babysit a privileged alpha prince Her nipples hardened A gorgeous alpha with a body that roared for a female’s attention Before his pack’s demise, Prince Slade was the pack player Third in line to the Alaskan throne, he had trained as the pack’s elite soldier Every she-wolf from here to Europe desired to claim Slade as her mate Sadly, the beautiful alpha ladies had to wait until he recovered frorief-related ned her to attend to the hot alpha olf’s needs

How could she be in charge of the candy jar and not allowed one nibble?

Screw it No point in fantasizing After he healed froive Cricket, a runt, a a would look her way Runts weren’t allowed to take a mate, especially the her status mate

Cricket curled back in bed and covered her head with the pillow Why did she have to be up so early? Slade and his olf shrink, Dr Warner, had arrived the previous night Wouldn’t the prince still be sedated?

Her phone buzzed

Cricket winced and answered it “Good , ma’am”

“Eat breakfast and shower Then get your ass down to the war rooer

“Yes, ued with Rylee Greywolf, head of Lycan Intelligence and commander of Team Greywolf Cricket, especially Despite her runt status, Rylee had made her an honorary beta in her pack Unusual, but since Cricket looked and acted the st people Rylee considered her the teaent It was a waste of her talent to be stuck with some prince Ironically, the best companion for a screwed up alpha was a wolf of low status, an oa

A runt fell just below an o subht Bad enough she had to be submissive around normal olves outside of Rylee’s pack, but Slade was bonkers She’d be expected to stoop even lower to placate his lunacy

Groggy, Cricket stumbled to the bathroom and took some pain meds for her headache She raked back her curly bobbed hair and stared at her reflection At least her eyes weren’t blood shot Except for feeling like a sledgehammer hit her, Cricket’s stomach felt better Of course it does, I threw up on Rylee’s boots No wonder she sounded pissed Not about soiling her boots, though No Nothing so simple

A flicker ofas she toasted in front of the entire teanment”

She scrubbed her hands over her face Great Maybe I’ood

Cricket stepped out of the elevator and into the deep underground intelligence center, designed siht a effect on olves Not that she needed the sedate lighting Not with her more human temperament

Rylee stood overlooking the console of one of her men “Retrace every last one of his steps, even if o”

Cricket nodded and followed her boss down the long tunnel to the next wing Oh good, not Rylee’s office Maybe she wasn’t being fired