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Chapter Twnety Six – Teeth Beneath the Surface

Author: S.J Calloway
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-30 21:34:05

Caelan stood in the center of his chamber, the door still swinging slightly from how hard he’d pushed it open. His chest rose and fell in erratic bursts. His fists were clenched. His jaw was locked. He was burning.

Derrin leaned against the far wall, arms crossed, watching.

"Say it," Caelan snapped. "Whatever it is you're thinking."

"You sure?" Derrin asked.

Caelan’s eyes cut to him. "Don't test me."

"You already look tested," Derrin replied. "Shaking. Breathing like you just came from a fight. Or something else."

Caelan turned sharply. "She walked away."

Derrin raised a brow. "That was your concern? That she walked away? Not that you let her?"

Caelan growled, low and dangerous. "She left me standing there like a boy."

"She left you wanting," Derrin corrected. "There's a difference."

"I'm the Alpha," Caelan said, pacing. "I lead. I choose. She—she undid me with a whisper."

"Because she's not afraid of you."

Caelan stopped mid-stride. "No. She's not."

"And that bothers you?"

He turned
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