Arlo Arithon didn’t do clubs. He didn’t do noise, sweaty bodies, or cheap perfume but here he was, sprawled in a plush, dark leather booth under purple neon lights because his Beta, Briar, said this club had connections.“You’ll thank me,” Briar had grinned.Arlo didn’t see it.He sat with his arms folded, suit jacket open, shirt collar unbuttoned, and an expression carved from stone. Across the floor, wolves and humans danced like the full moon had already driven them mad. The bass thumped like a second heartbeat in his chest.“I don’t know why I let you drag me here,” Arlo muttered, his voice low.Briar took a sip from his glass and smirked. “Because you’ve been obsessing over that Lunaris Lineage deal like a wolf in heat. You needed to blow ff steam.”But tonight, Briar had dragged him into The Den with a cocky grin and a shot glass.“You need this,” his Beta had said. “You’ve been in ‘Alpha business mode’ for too long.”“I’m always in Alpha mode,” Arlo growled, loosening the colla
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