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Chapter 84: Back to the World of Suits and Sharks

Autor: Pixie Snow
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Morning came far too fast.

I didn’t sleep. I didn’t sit. I didn’t even make it to my bed. I paced my home office like a feral thing, the mate bond pulsing faint and thin, like a dying ember buried under too much ash. Every time it flickered, my wolf clawed my insides raw.

By the time the sun crawled over the Vale cliffs, my nerves felt like exposed wires. I needed to move. Hunt. Tear apart every inch of forest until I found him.

Instead, I got a knock on the door. A polite one. Which immediately put me in a foul mood.

Because nobody polite knocked on my door. Not after last night. Not with the feral energy leaking out of me like smoke.

The door cracked open, and Rowan poked his head in. “You might want clothes,” he said dryly.

I glanced down. Still wearing yesterday’s bloodstained shirt and torn leggings. Right. Professional CEO ready to sign million-dollar contracts. Perfect.

“Don’t start,” I muttered.

He held up his hands. “Just informing you because Damon threatened to drag you to
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