The scent of cigar smoke and whiskey hit my nose as I sat down on the leather chair in the Alpha’s office. The place had a wooden desk, black walls, and glass windows offering a view of the Paragon pack below.Alpha Viktor stood by the window, his shoulders blocking the moonlight. Even at forty, Viktor was a force: dark hair slicked back, eyes like ice, and a presence that made my wolf want to bare her throat. Too bad I’d learned long ago not to trust him.“You’re late, Nyx,” he said, not turning around. His voice was smooth, like a blade wrapped in silk.“Traffic,” I lied, crossing my legs. The tight red dress I wore rode up my thigh, and I didn’t bother pulling it down. Viktor liked his mercenaries to look the part, and I’d played this game for years.“You gonna tell me why I’m here, or do I have to guess?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.He chuckled dangerously, finally turning to face me. “Always so mouthy. That’s why I kept you around for so long.” He slid a manila folder across the
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