LOGINDorian POVI stood behind the door staring down at the car keys in my hand while my mind replayed that little scene from earlier. Was she really that excited to see me leave?Maybe I should’ve pulled her along with me instead. Yeah, that would’ve been more interesting, especially with what I was about to do. I clicked my tongue at the thought just as my phone buzzed again.My expression fell instantly. I dragged the phone out of my pocket and answered without even checking the screen.“I’m on my way,” I said flatly.“You said that three hours ago,” Damian snapped, sounding like he was two seconds away from losing it. “You were the one who called me here. I didn’t. Yet I got here before you.”“It takes a while to get to the hideout from here,” I replied. “I’ll be there in thirty minutes.”“Thirty minutes?!” he barked, but I ended the call before he could keep whining.I looked back at the suite door, drew in a long breath, then finally turned and walked away.————————“I thought you sa
Rhea POV“All marketing, all of it, boils down to this. You make your target feel they are either part of the right pack by owning your product,” he began, hovering his finger over pack. “Or they are vulnerable prey without it.”His gaze lifted from the paper and pinned me in place. “Status or security. Belonging or fear. The textbook is wrong because it tries to appeal only to human logic. A man wants bread, the market however moves his hunger into a need. It tells him he isn’t just buying bread, he’s buying proof that he can provide, that he isn’t weak, that he won’t be the one left behind. That’s why those flowcharts don’t make sense. They forget people don’t buy with their brains, they buy with their insecurities. It is that simple.”And it was. Everything clicked into place perfectly, making more sense than anything I had read all day. The awe must have shown on my face because the corner of his lips twisted.“Do you now understand?” he said, sliding the textbook back toward me,
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Rhea POV“One… two… three…” I stood in front of the bathroom mirror counting the new bruises Dorian had left on me from just last night.A hickey here, a few bite marks there.But weirdly today I wasn’t in too much pain compared to the other times we had sex. Was my body finally getting used to it? I hoped so.I sighed and reached for the toothbrush on the sink, squeezing toothpaste on it. Just as I lifted it to my mouth I froze, gasping at my reflection. Not the bruises this time. My hair.The white at my roots had grown even more.Have I been walking around like this? I thought, then remembered Dorian had not only seen my silver hair but actually pointed it out.My grip on the brush tightened. It wasn’t a big deal, right? Mom was usually the only one paranoid about this stuff, and with no good explanation as to why, I shouldn’t worry too much.I nodded at my own comforting words and resumed brushing. Just then my phone buzzed against the marble counter.I assumed it was mom probably
Rhea POVYou can never truly know what is going on in someone’s head.For the rest of the day I took my time being extra careful around Dorian, avoiding anything that would tick him off. He had been extra quiet, randomly staring into space or at his bandaged hand after the incident, and it made me even more uncomfortable. The sudden switches made my stomach twist.That night we both went to bed together, sleeping side by side. I waited until I was sure he had fallen asleep before I finally relaxed and started drifting off myself.Just as sleep was about to pull me under I heard him grunt beside me and my eyes snapped open.It sounded like he was in pain but when I turned to him he was still asleep. My breath hitched. His fist was clenched tight and he was dripping with cold sweat while his entire body was trembling like he was fighting demons. Was he having a nightmare?My own heart hammered against my ribs. I should wake him. It was common sense but the memory of his rage from earlie
Dorian POVI lost it.Seated on the floor with my head rolled back against the couch, a shard of broken glass digging into my palm, that was all I could think about. How I actually lost it. My composure. My control. Over something so stupid. Why had I reacted like that? I didn’t even care—“Alpha…”Her voice came soft, trembling at the edges, and I didn’t need to look to know she was still standing there. I kept my eyes fixed on the ceiling with my jaw clenched because if I looked at her—if I saw her face right now—I wasn’t sure what I’d see in her eyes. Fear? Pity? Disgust?She had been pacing quietly for a while, keeping her movements as careful as possible, like she was afraid of setting me off again. I could hear every shaky breath she took, every hesitant shift of her feet against the floor. I wouldn’t blame her for being scared.I barely act like that in front of anyone.“I want to clean your wound,” she said finally, her voice barely more than a whisper, and my brows furrowed i







