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2025-12-30 19:44:04His question hung in the air. What are you?
I stared at him, my mind blank. “I’m… a Beta. I’ve always been a Beta.” My medical records said so. My whole life said so.
Lorenzo’s eyes narrowed. He took another step closer. Now I was trapped between him and the stone railing. The scent of him—ocean, snow, pine—was overwhelming. It made my head spin. It also did something else. It made a low, warm hum start deep in my belly. A pull. I wanted to lean into it. Into him.
I shook my head, trying to clear it. “What’s going on?”
“You tell me,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “The moment I touched you, your scent changed. It’s… different. Unstable. A Beta’s scent doesn’t do that.”
He was so close now. I could see the flecks of darker gray in his eyes. See the tight line of his mouth. My own breath was coming too fast. That strange heat was spreading, making my skin feel sensitive, tingling. A faint, new scent started to rise from my own skin—something clean and sharp, like frost and ozone. I’d never smelled it before.
Lorenzo inhaled sharply. His pupils widened. For a second, he looked… stunned. Hungry. Then his face hardened, and he took a quick step back, putting distance between us.
The sudden space felt cold. Empty. A stupid part of me wanted to reach out and pull him back.
“This is a problem,” he said, more to himself than to me. He ran a hand over his close-cropped hair, his gaze never leaving me. It was a calculating look. The look of a soldier assessing a threat.
“A problem?” I managed to say. “I just felt dizzy for a second. Maybe the champagne—”
“It’s not the champagne,” he cut me off. His voice was final. “You will stay away from Alessia until I figure this out.”
His words were like a slap. “Stay away from her? She’s my fiancée. We’re having a party.”
“The party is over for you,” he said, his tone cold and authoritative. It was the voice of a man used to being obeyed. “You will go to one of the guest rooms. Quietly. I will have a doctor see you.”
Indignation rose hot in my chest, mixing with the confusing heat still buzzing in my veins. “You can’t just… command me. I haven’t done anything wrong.”
“Your very existence near my daughter right now might be wrong,” he shot back. The words were brutal. “I don’t know what you are, Chase. But that… scent you’re starting to give off? It’s not normal. It’s not safe. Not for her.”
Not safe. The words cut deep. I saw my father’s desperate face in my mind. This marriage has to work, Ethan. It has to.
If I ruined this… if I scared off the powerful Admiral Rossi on the first night…
Panic clawed at my throat. “Please, Admiral, I’m sure it’s nothing. Let me just go back inside, talk to Alessia—”
“No.” The single word was absolute. He pulled a small communication device from his pocket. “Matteo. I need you. East balcony. Bring a security detail. Discreetly.”
He was calling guards. To take me away. Like a criminal. Or a contaminated object.
Humiliation burned my face. The warm, pulling feeling inside me twisted into something sour and painful. I hugged my arms around myself, trying to make the strange sensations stop.
Two men in dark suits appeared a moment later. They weren’t rough, but their stance was clear. I was coming with them.
Lorenzo didn’t look at me as they led me away. He was staring out at the city lights, his profile like a cliff face. Hard. Impassive.
“Wait,” I said, just before the guards ushered me inside. He didn’t turn. “What do you think I am?”
He finally glanced over his shoulder. The storm in his eyes was back. “Trouble,” he said softly. Then he looked away. “Take him to the blue room. Lock the door. No one in or out until I say so.”
The walk through the mansion was a blur of rich carpets and silent, judging looks from the guards. They put me in a beautiful bedroom that felt like a gilded cage. The door clicked shut. A lock turned.
I sank onto the edge of the bed. My whole body was trembling. From shock. From anger. From that awful, confusing heat that wouldn’t go away.
I replayed the last ten minutes in my head. His hand. The electric shock. The new scent. His cold, accusing eyes. Stay away from my daughter. What are you?
Who was he to do this? Who did he think he was?
But a tiny, terrified voice in the back of my mind whispered the question I couldn’t ignore.
What if he’s right?
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