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Read this book for free on Dreame APPInstallic_backThe Joker; His foreign she-wolfic_homeThe Joker; His foreign she-wolfLost in loveic_arrow_rightbook_age16+24FOLLOW1KREADScarlett Irontail has come from the western lands to Blacrockcity in desperate search of investors to keep her family business afloat but instead finds surprising pleasure When she visits an exclusive club for she-wolves and dares to kiss a stranger, who leaves her yearning for moreWith a libertine Alpha for a father, Beta Johnny, more commonly known as Joker, vowed to live his life above reproach, with nary a hint of disgrace. Until one night, he takes a mysterious beauty into his arms, a she-wolf who tempts him to cast his sterling reputation aside in favor of more wicked pursuits.When fate reunites the couple, they are torn between desire and duty. Scarlett may want the beta, but she needs an investor not a lover. When caught in a compromising situation that places everything they hold dear at risk, they must determine how best to win.In this last part of the perfect hand series nothing except love takes all.ic_foldalphaHEdramaKiss the girl*Joker* I pull the brim of my beaver hat down lower to shade my face as the sentinel standing watch outside the Moon Goddess club, a private club for she-wolves, shoves open the heavy door and allows me to enter the foyer without any bother. A few years ago, the club had been a secret, its existence whispered about as one did the existence of elves and fairies with a great deal of skepticism. But secrets have a tendency to eventually come into the light. Most certainly my father’s had. As a result, I know a great deal more about the club than most of the men of my acquaintance. I have been given a private tour of the establishment. After all, my brother, one of my sire’s bastards, owns it. Seeing no she-wolves wandering about in the entryway, I relax somewhat and remove my hat. While the club itself is no longer clandestine, the identity of its members is protected, and I hadn’t wanted to recognize anyone I might know or cause any she-wolf of my acquaintance embarrassment. What goes on within these walls is considered wicked and could ruin a good she-wolf’s reputation if it became known that she frequented this domain of sin, debauchery, and the forbidden. Obviously recognizing me from other visits I have made recently, the young she-wolf standing behind a counter gives a small bob of a curtsy. “My beta.” “I need to have a word with Mr. Tempest. Where might I find him?” The guard outside had confirmed that he was in this evening. “He is making the rounds. I will send someone to fetch him, shall I, if you would like to go on up?” She asks I nod, “That would be most appreciated. Thank you.” A short distance from the counter, between the two walls encasing a narrow set of stairs, dangles a red braided rope with a sign hanging from it announcing, Private. Enter at your own risk. After slipping one end of the barrier off its corresponding peg, I walk through and then secure the flimsy barricade that I know no one would dare violate. Aaron Tempest has a reputation for protecting everything he considers his. His dangerous repute more than any bit of woven cord keeps people from overstepping the mark. The stairs are dark but a light at the top serves as a beacon. Most of my childhood had been like climbing this stairwell, gloomy and solitary, light and knowledge just beyond reach. While attending the Alpha academy, I had begun to hear about my father’s exploits, the Alpha of Elverton’s ravenous lust, his countless mistresses, and his numerous bastards, the latter two groups spread far and wide over Blackrock city, and beyond to the farthest corners of the country. But the most vicious rumor of all, the most hurtful, the one I had furiously hated and bloodied several noses over, and had my own bloodied a time or two was that my mother, the present Luna of Elverton, had been the naughtiest, most lascivious, and most favored paramour of my father before he had taken her to mate. Eventually the truth had won out, and I now know that she had given birth to three of the Alpha’s illegitimate sons. My father had delivered each to a baby farmer, with the hope that they would die as a result of the she-wolf’s lack of attention. Many foundlings did. However, Aaron had been given to Mae Tempest, a widow who had raised him as though she had given birth to him herself. A few years ago, I met Aaron when he saved our mother from being murdered... by her very own husband. I had never been particularly fond of my sire, but I certainly hadn’t envisioned that the fellow responsible for my existence was capable of such a vile act. The Alpha’s brutal encounter with Aaron had resulted in our father barely surviving an apoplectic fit that had left him incapacitated and bedridden. I reach the top of the stairs and step onto the landing. Farther down, the corridor has a half wall that

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