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Chapter 2: His Name Is Danger
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2026-03-25 08:44:14His name moves through the room in a whisper.
I catch it from the woman to my left, low and careful, the way you say something you respect and fear at the same time.
Thalrion Bloodryn.
The Alpha King.
Oh God.
I take the glass back from the table because I need something to do with my hands and drink half of it in one go. Because Thalrion Bloodryn is not a name from the quiet parts of this world. It's a name attached to territory wars and companies that appear in financial headlines and three government investigations that dissolved before they got anywhere because the investigators developed sudden, permanent changes of professional ambition.
He runs the Bloodryn Group on paper. Real estate. Private security. Logistics. Off paper he runs everything underneath this city and six others, every dark current of money and power and things that don't have polite names.
He is the reason Omegas in this city sleep with their scent blockers on.
He is the reason I have slept with mine on for three years.
My hand goes to my neck before I can stop it. The patch is there, flat against my skin just below my jaw. Fresh this morning. It should be holding. It really should be holding.
But my wolf is still turned toward him.
Which means something is getting through, and I don't know if that is the patch failing or something else, something I don't have the vocabulary for yet, and either option is catastrophic.
I start moving. Casual. Slow. Like I'm circulating, like I belong here, angling toward the side of the room where I clocked a second door behind a catering table. Ten steps. Maybe twelve. I keep my eyes off him and my pace easy and I get exactly six steps before his voice stops me cold.
"Mr. Nyther."
Gosh.
My real name.
My actual name, not the one on the ID in my back pocket, not the one I gave Dex... My name, the one I buried three years ago, coming out of his mouth like he's said it before.
I stop.
I turn around slowly.
He's back in his chair now, silver eyes on me, and that not-quite smile is doing something to his expression that makes him look less like a king and more like a man who just won something.
"Sit down," he says.
My wolf surges forward like a wave I have to physically brace against and I hate him for it, I hate both of them, Thalrion for saying my name like that and my wolf for responding to it like that, and I stand there for three full seconds doing the math on my options.
The side door has a man next to it I didn't clock before. Front door is still blocked. Windows are forty floors up.
I sit down.
Thalrion looks at me from across the table, unhurried, and he reaches into his jacket and sets a photograph between us. Me. Three months ago, different city, shorter hair. Standing outside a building looking exhausted and exposed and maybe hadn't slept in 2 days and completely unaware I was being watched.
"Five cities," he says. "Three years. Currently operating as Cole Varen, which is a poor alias, by the way. Too clean. Real people have messier paperwork."
My chest is very tight. "What do you want?"
"To talk."
"About what?"
He holds my gaze and something moves in those silver eyes, something layered and deliberate, and his voice drops just slightly when he answers.
"About the fact that you've been running from the wrong people," he says, "when you should have been running to me."
The air goes out of the room.
My wolf presses forward so hard and so sudden that I grip the edge of the table, and Thalrion's eyes drop to my hands and come back up to my face, and whatever he sees there makes something shift in his expression, something that wasn't there before, something that looks almost like hunger.
"I don't run toward anyone," I say.
"I know." He leans forward, closing the space between us, and his scent hits me full and direct and my brain whites out at the edges. "That's going to change."
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