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"I heard you're taking down Jacob?" Allison's eyes fixed on Liam's face, searching for confirmation. The office air felt heavy with tension, her wolf senses picking up his powerful alpha pheromones despite her carefully concealed identity.Liam caught her meaning instantly. His face remained impassive, the mark of an alpha who never revealed his hand too early. "And if I am?" His voice carried that subtle rumble that all alphas possessed when challenged.Allison exAuthor's POVAllison stirred in her sleep, feeling arms wrapped tightly around her body, constricting her until she could barely breathe. She struggled against the hold, but it only seemed to tighten more."Achoo!" A sudden sneeze escaped her, startling Liam from his intense embrace. Only then did he seem to realize they were both still wearing their damp clothes from the night before.The next morning, Allison clutched her head, wincing as the harsh sunlight stabbed at her eyes. Her head was pounding mercilessly.*What happened last night after I drank too much?* Allison rubbed her temples, glancing down at the unfamiliar clothes on her body. *Who changed my clothes? Was it Liam?*As if summoned by her thoughts, Liam walked through the bedroom door. His scent—pine, earth, and raw power—filled the room before he did."Did you change my clothes?" she asked immediately."Yes, I did," he answered with a cold smile that didn't reach his eye
Author's POVAllison's eyes fluttered open, immediately focusing on the glass of water in Liam's hand. Without hesitation, she snatched it and downed the contents in desperate gulps.Looking up at him through unfocused eyes, she blinked a few times before recognition dawned. "More water," she demanded, thrusting the empty glass back toward him with surprising authority for someone in her disheveled state. "I'm parched."Liam observed her collapse back onto the sofa with a mixture of irritation and amusement before turning to refill her glass. His wolf stirred beneath his skin, oddly intrigued by her demanding nature despite her vulnerable state.When he returned, Allison had pushed her hair away from her face and was staring at him with an unfocused grin. She suddenly stood up, swaying slightly as she pointed an accusing finger at him."You're Liam. The big asshole everyone talks about," she slurred.Before he could react, she moved closer, reaching up
Author's POVThe phone video continued playing as Allison stared through bleary, intoxicated eyes. "Turn it off!" she shouted, her voice hoarse. "I don't want to hear anymore!"Henry reached over and stopped the video, his face etched with concern. "Allison, you're drunk. That's enough." He gently took the bottle from her hand, his fingers brushing against hers.Allison stood up to grab the bottle back, but the sudden movement sent the room spinning. She collapsed back into her chair with a thud, her face contorted with discomfort. The alcohol had dulled her senses, but not the pain of what she'd just learned.Outside the restaurant, Allison leaned against a tree, violently emptying the contents of her stomach. Henry returned from his car with water, helping her rinse her mouth."Thank you..." she mumbled, looking slightly more coherent. Then, as if the weight of everything suddenly crashed down on her, Allison crouched down, wrapped her arms around her legs
Author's POVAllison spent the entire afternoon in turmoil, wrestling with how she should approach divorcing Liam. The weight of the decision pressed against her chest like a physical thing. As an alpha wolf hiding her true nature, she'd hoped her marriage would evolve into something real, but Liam had never truly seen her.As the workday ended, Allison caught Henry before he left the office. With her head bowed slightly, concealing the amber flicker that occasionally flashed in her eyes when emotions ran high, she said, "I want to leave Liam. To celebrate my impending freedom, drink with me tonight?"Henry studied her carefully, his beta wolf instincts making him naturally protective. "If you're truly determined, I can help ensure he doesn't cause trouble for you. My family's pack has enough connections to keep you safe.""Thank you," Allison nodded, relief washing through her. Her secret still safe, she allowed herself to relax slightly in Henry's presence.
Author's POVMiranda watched Allison's sincere attitude with a softened expression. She had already begun reaping small benefits from her surface-level friendship with Allison—Henry's attitude toward her had improved, and he'd even started accepting her dinner invitations occasionally.At lunch, Allison settled at a cafeteria table when Henry approached, his tall frame casting a shadow over her tray."Mind if I sit here?" he asked, his voice carrying a hint of urgency."Of course," Allison smiled, though she noticed the tension in his shoulders.Henry sat opposite her, his deep, penetrating gaze studying her face with unusual intensity. Allison shifted uncomfortably under his scrutiny, her wolf senses prickling with awareness."Is there something you wanted to discuss?" she asked, fighting the urge to let her alpha nature rise to the challenge in his eyes."Well, look who's here!" Miranda's voice cut through the tension as she placed her lunc
Author's POV"I heard you're taking down Jacob?" Allison's eyes fixed on Liam's face, searching for confirmation. The office air felt heavy with tension, her wolf senses picking up his powerful alpha pheromones despite her carefully concealed identity.Liam caught her meaning instantly. His face remained impassive, the mark of an alpha who never revealed his hand too early. "And if I am?" His voice carried that subtle rumble that all alphas possessed when challenged.Allison explained her history with Jacob and Megan—her childhood friendship with Megan that had been betrayed when Megan chose Jacob over their friendship. Throughout her explanation, Liam just listened, his expression unreadable, though she could sense his wolf's attention sharpening.Liam rubbed the bridge of his nose, a rare tell of fatigue in an otherwise perfectly controlled alpha. "So you've come to plead for your old flame?" There was something dangerous in his tone—possessiveness?







