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CHAPTER 16

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Chapter 16: The Breaking of the Master

The elevator ride up to the penthouse was silent, the only sound the faint hum of the cables and the rasp of Abram’s heavy breathing. The graveyard mud still clung to his boots, staining the pristine white floor. He didn't look at me. He didn't look at anything.

We stepped out into the living room. The panoramic view of the city lights mocked the darkness still clinging to his skin.

Abram walked straight to the bar. His leather gloves were gone, shoved into some pocket. His bare hands trembled as he reached for the crystal decanter. The glass clinked violently against the rim of his tumbler, amber liquid splashing over his knuckles.

He didn't drink. He just stared at the glass.

"Abram?" I said. I stayed near the door, keeping my voice low. Natural. "You're shaking."

"I'm a monster, Elara."

The words were so quiet I almost missed them. He turned around, leaning his weight against the marble counter. His "Alpha King" mask didn't just crack; it fell
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