AriaHe came to my room again.After the pack meeting, like fucking clockwork, like I was his routine escape. Shirt sleeves rolled, hair slightly damp, jaw tense. I could smell the faint mix of sweat, cologne, and power. That smell had ruined me more times than I could count.But this time, I didn’t let him touch me.“Dexter—no,” I said, voice firm, body already stiffening the second I heard the click of the door behind him.His eyes didn’t blink. Didn’t even pretend to understand the word no.Instead, he took a step forward. Slow, casual, like he had all the time in the world to break down my resolve. “Don’t start with that shit again, Aria.”“I’m serious,” I snapped, backing up.He looked around the room like he owned the fucking walls, like the bed was still warm from the last time we fucked—and honestly, it probably was. My damn sheets hadn’t forgotten him. My body hadn’t either.“You’re married, Dexter.” My words came out shakier than I wanted.“So?” he growled, voice low. “You a
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