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Chapter Forty-Six: The Alpha Storm
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2026-05-20 07:57:44The executive penthouse felt like a pressure cooker. Even though we were fifty floors above the city, the air inside was thick, heavy, and tasted like the coming of a hurricane. It had been three days since our return from Hong Kong, and while the "fortress" was technically secure, the man in the center of it was falling apart.
Silas was pacing the length of the living area, his movements no longer smooth or calculated. He was jagged—pure, raw power that had nowhere to go. Because we hadn
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