Chapter 12: Silent YieldThe penthouse gym echoed with the steady rhythm of Sebastian’s breathing as he finished another set on the pull-up bar. Sweat slicked his skin, his gray tank clinging to the lines of his chest and back. He dropped down lightly, rolling his shoulders, but the burn in his muscles did little to quiet the deeper fire building beneath them.Kane leaned against the glass doorframe, arms crossed, watching with that unrelenting focus. The alpha had changed into a simple black shirt and tactical pants after their return from the office, the fabric stretching across his broad frame. His scent filled the open space rich leather, gun oil, and that dark, grounding alpha musk that seemed to seep into every corner of Sebastian’s world.“You’re still pushing,” Kane observed, voice low and rough. “Your form is clean, but your scent is bleeding through. Suppressors aren’t holding like they used to.”Sebastian grabbed a towel, wiping his face with more force than necessary. “I’v
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