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Alec’s POVI sat in the dimly lit VIP section of Nocturne, a private club known for hosting New York’s elite—the ones who ran the city in ways the public never knew about. A glass of whiskey sat untouched in front of me, its golden liquid catching the soft glow of the chandelier overhead. Across the table, Rowley leaned back, a smug grin tugging at his lips.“Didn’t expect you to reach out so soon, Castor,” he said, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. “You must really be eager to see me.”I exhaled through my nose, a slow, measured sound. “I don’t play games, Rowley. If I’m here, it’s for a reason.”He chuckled, taking a leisurely sip of his drink. “And here I thought you just missed our old times.”“Cut the bullshit.” My voice was calm, but the weight behind it was enough to make the smirk on his face falter for a second. “You’ve been making moves. I want to know why.”Rowley sighed dramatically. “Alec, Alec, Alec… You wound me.” He placed a hand over his chest mockingly. “Why do

Kehlani’s POVA pounding headache greeted me the moment I woke up. The dull throbbing at my temples made me groan as I squeezed my eyes shut, attempting to will away the pain. My mouth felt dry, my limbs sluggish, and worst of all—the events of last night came rushing back with horrifying clarity.The phone call.The drunken rambling.Alec.And then—Oh God.I shot upright in bed, only to regret it instantly as the world tilted and my head protested violently. I buried my face in my hands, trying to steady my breathing.I kissed Alec.The realization sent a fresh wave of panic through me. What the hell had I been thinking? Oh, right—I hadn’t been thinking. I had been drunk, careless, and apparently, far too impulsive for my own good.I groaned again, flopping back against the pillows, pressing my palms to my face."Kill me now," I muttered.The door creaked open."Well, well, well," came Natalie’s teasing voice, laced with amusement. "Someone looks like they had a very interesting nigh

Kehlani’s POVI gripped the steering wheel of Alec’s Mercedes-Benz jeep, my fingers drumming against the leather. The conversation with Alec replayed in my head, over and over, like an annoying song I couldn’t shake off.He wanted me. He had admitted it.A smirk tugged at my lips. Of course, he did.I exhaled and focused on the road, weaving through the traffic in Manhattan. The city was alive with its usual chaos—honking cars, impatient drivers, pedestrians jaywalking like they had nine lives. The streetlights reflected against the sleek hood of the car, and for a moment, I let myself enjoy the quiet.Away from Alec. Away from Cassandra’s glares. Away from the suffocating game of pretending.The traffic light ahead turned yellow, and I slowed down, easing the car to a smooth stop as it flicked to red.Then—A jolt. A sharp, sudden bump from behind.My whole body snapped forward against the seatbelt, and a string of curses slipped past my lips before I could stop myself.“What the hel

Kehlani’s POVI lay in bed, my fingers tracing lazy patterns against the silk sheets as I listened to the quiet hum of the city outside. The penthouse was dark except for the faint glow of the bedside lamp, casting warm golden hues across the room. Alec was late. Again.Not that I was surprised. Work had a way of keeping him occupied, but tonight, I wanted him here. With me.I turned onto my side, eyeing the door like it would magically swing open any second. My patience was wearing thin. He’d promised he wouldn’t be long, and yet, the clock kept ticking.Just as I was about to give up and fall asleep, I heard it—the soft click of the front door opening, followed by the faint sound of his footsteps.Finally.The bedroom door creaked open, and there he was. Alec Castor. Tall, composed, but looking undeniably exhausted. His dark green eyes met mine, and for a moment, he simply stood there, taking me in.“You’re awake,” he murmured, shutting the door behind him.I propped myself up on my

Alec’s POVI stood in front of the security room, staring at the screen displaying the paused CCTV footage from the night Kehlani went missing. My blood boiled. The footage should have shown something—anything—but instead, it was nothing but a blank gap. Someone had tampered with it.Rowan stood behind me, arms crossed, his face unreadable. “Whoever did this knew exactly what they were doing,” he said.I exhaled sharply, shoving a hand through my hair. “Natalie.”She was already outside, waiting. I stormed out of the room, my patience hanging by a thread. Natalie barely had time to react before I barked, “Gather all the security guards. Now.”She blinked. “All of them?”“Did I stutter?”Her lips pressed into a thin line, but she didn’t argue. She pulled out her phone, calling the guards to meet us in the underground parking lot.Ten minutes later, I stood in front of them—six men lined up, looking uneasy. They should be.I pulled my gun from my holster, the cold metal familiar in my g