"Seven days," Alistair muttered to himself, dragging a heavy hand down his face. "No, no, it’s now just three more days left. Fuck!"He paced the length of his sprawling penthouse suite. His heavy footsteps thudded rhythmically against the expensive hardwood floor. He felt entirely caged. The walls of the luxurious suite felt like they were closing in on him.The heavy double doors of the room cracked open, and Marcus peeked his head around the corner."Sir, did you call for me?" Marcus asked cautiously.Alistair stopped pacing and looked up, his eyes slightly wild. "No, no, no, Marcus. I did not call for you.""Okay," Marcus said softly. He started to close the door, but then he paused. He watched his Alpha pace back and forth with a tense, aggressive energy. Marcus frowned in concern. "Are you good, sir? Is everything all right?"Alistair forced himself to stop moving. He gave a sharp, dismissive nod. "Yeah, sure. I am good."Marcus hesitated in the doorway, clearly unwilling to le
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