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Chapter Ten: Silver Eyes

Author: Lola Ade
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-06 22:02:54
Rowan's POV

"Come home."

Knox's voice was a harsh over-the-phone crackle like static, strained with tension that ceased me in my tracks. I had only just gotten back from a quick five on the top-level treadmill, trying to soothe the wolf inside me. It had not succeeded. If anything, the beast was more restless now, pacing in circles around my chest as if searching for something or someone.

"I am not done here," I snarled, rubbing a towel over the back of my neck. Sweat still clung to my hairline from the air conditioning blasting its way through the penthouse.

"You don't get it, Rowan. This is bigger than you are upset or fixated on some mysterious woman. You are exposed," he barked and I could practically see him scrubbing his hands through his hair, a quirk he had picked up from me years ago.

"What if somebody finds out you are at that hotel without proper security? What if a rogue gets a whiff of you? What if one of the enemy packs realizes the Alpha of Blackthorne is by himself and
Lola Ade

A/N: Are we getting closer to the truth?

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