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Chapter Twenty  Eight - A Secret Rendezvous

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(Damian’s POV)

The cold was a relief. The warehouse, a sprawling, forgotten space near the river docks, smelled like concrete dust, stale water, and distance. It was miles from the polished tyranny of Titan Tower, miles from the sterile perfection of the penthouse. This was where I had met Elias an hour earlier, where I had proven—with pain and blood—that my title as Alpha was still absolute.

I leaned against a thick support beam, my muscles screaming in protest. The 'Ritual of Strength' was never clean. I wore a simple black tee and jeans, the fabric hiding the fresh, livid bruises across my ribs and back. The physical exertion was nothing compared to the quiet dread that had brought me here, to this secret, isolated spot.

The scent. The shattered glass. The chaos must be contained, or it will consume us both.

The plan was simple, brutal, and codified in our temporary truce: meet, burn the tension, restore the control, and return to the corporate lie. This wasn't about tenderness. Th
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