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CHAPTER 34: Morning After
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2026-07-22 19:53:32
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Jasmine’s POV A few minutes after Tristan’s visit to my desk, I went straight to his office to give him a piece of my mind. I placed both hands on Tristan’s desk the same way he had planted them on mine. The wood was cool and solid under my palms. I leaned forward until our eyes were level and held the contact without blinking. “If you ever intercept my communications again,” I said, “I will quit. And you will lose every advantage that comes with me being inside this building.” The threat was not empty, and we both knew it. Tristan did not raise his voice, instead he stood and came around the desk, stopping two feet in front of me, close enough that I had to tip my chin up to keep the eye contact I had chosen. “Every person currently interested in your power is a threat,” he said. The words were low, precise, and stripped of pretense. “That includes people who arrive carrying training offers. Clay is not neutral. The invitation was a probe, and I will not pretend otherwise.” I h
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Jasmine’s POV An email was already sitting in my work inbox when I opened it after lunch. It had no subject line that screamed urgency. It was just a clean, professional header, with Fabian Clay’s name at the bottom. It was a personal training invitation, promising bloodline techniques that no Winthrop trainer would know. An address for his new office thirty blocks from Apex. The language was careful, respectful, technical, and framed as an offer between specialists rather than a personal approach. I recognized it for what it was immediately, both a legitimate training offer and a direct approach from someone who had been thinking about me since the resort and had chosen the most justifiable vehicle available. I sat back in my chair and let the cursor hover over the reply button without clicking. The cracked amulet under my blouse warmed against my skin, a low steady heat that had become almost familiar. Fabian’s icy eyes from the resort dining hall rose in my memory—the way they
Her Alpha’s Kryptonite CHAPTER 57: Jasmine Meets Abe
Jasmine’s POV Abe shook my hand in the Apex lobby and his eyes stayed on my face a second longer than the handshake required. Something moved through his expression—not recognition exactly, but the thing adjacent to it. The look of a man encountering in person something he had only heard in the abstract and finding the reality considerably more than the documents had prepared him for. His easy manner reasserted itself without a visible seam. “Abe Woodrowstaff,” he said. The smile was bright, genuine, and just slightly too aware. “You must be Jasmine. Tristan’s been stingy with details. I’m beginning to see why.” I withdrew my hand at a normal pace and kept my expression polite. The lobby moved around us in its usual mid-morning flow—employees crossing the floors, the soft chime of elevators, the distant click of heels. Tristan stood a half-step to my right, close enough that I could feel the controlled weight of his presence without looking at him. I watched Tristan watch Abe dur
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