Chapter 12

Alpha Darius Silverclaw,spine rigid with practiced authority, stood poised at the entrance, dressed impeccably in a midnight-black Burberry tuxedo. Beside him, Isolde clutched his arm possessively, her practiced smile rigid and brittle beneath the harsh lights. She had clawed her way back into Darius's favor—at least partially—after that humiliating hospital episode, when her bruises were revealed to be manufactured and Darius had left her behind without a word. But finally... finally Dorothy was gone, cast out, the divorce official.Isolde had waited patient and poised, confident her moment was coming. And now, she believed it had. But Darius's attention sharpened dangerously as Lucian McAllister emerged. "Lucian! It's Lucian McAllister!" "Mr. McAllister, this way please! Big smile! Who are you wearing?" "Lucian—marry me!" someone screamed, and laughter followed like surf to the shore. Darius stiffened as the crimson Bentley Mulsanne glided to a halt below them. Its arrival cleaved cle