211 - BEAU'S POV

"Violence is an inefficient deterrent," Dean sighs, walking over to join our circle."But the psychological impact of presenting the heir is mathematically undeniable," Dean admits, tapping his tablet. "It cements the merger and proves stability.""They need to know the Triad and the Southside are permanently bound by blood," I add, looking back at Rhett."If we leave him here, they will think we are scared to defend our own family."Rhett stares at me for a long moment, weighing the tactical risks against the sheer, unyielding confidence in my voice.He knows I spent my youth hiding my submissive nature because I was terrified of being used.Today, I am choosing to walk into the most dangerous room in the state and flaunt exactly what I am."Okay," Rhett finally yields, a dark, proud smirk touching his lips. "We bring the heir."Daniel clears his throat, stepping back toward the table to grab his leather jacket."Marcus has the convoy ready out front," Daniel announces. "We have fort

212 - RHETT'S POV

I look at my mate as Marcus grips the brass handles of the door.Beau stands incredibly straight in his tailored black suit, holding our sleeping son securely against his chest.The platinum collar catches the dim light of the corridor, drawing attention right to the three permanent bite marks on his pale neck.He does not look scared or nervous.He just looks like a ruler preparing to claim his territory."Are you ready?" I ask softly, stepping right up to his side so our shoulders brush.Beau nods once, shifting the dark blanket to make sure the silver crest is perfectly visible to anyone looking at the baby."Open it," Beau orders, his voice steady and calm.Marcus pulls the door open, and a massive wall of noise instantly washes over us.The summit hall is absolutely massive, packed with hundreds of the most dangerous men in the state.Cigarette smoke hangs in the air, mixing with the strong scent of expensive cologne and cheap whiskey.Dozens of round tables fill the space, curre

213 - BEAU'S POV

The sharp click of the deadbolt seals us inside the master suite, and the noise of the summit instantly fades away.The flashing cameras of the corrupt press and the nervous whispers of the cartel bosses vanish behind the thick wood of our door.I loosen the silk tie around my neck and pull it off, tossing it casually onto the armchair as I walk into the room.The space is quiet and incredibly warm, lit only by the soft amber glow of the bedside lamps.Seth is standing near the center of the room, leaning over the custom mahogany crib he built by hand.He gently lowers our son onto the mattress, keeping his massive, scarred hands cradled beneath the baby's head until the infant settles.The sheer contrast between Seth's lethal reputation and his absolute gentleness with our child always makes my chest ache in the best possible way."Is he asleep?" I ask, keeping my voice dropped to a low whisper as I walk closer."Out cold," Seth confirms, pulling his hands back with painstaking care

214 - BEAU'S POV

I spent ten years swallowing toxic suppressants in dirty bathrooms, praying the rival gangs would never discover my true nature.I thought my submissive instincts were a dangerous curse that would eventually get me killed.I built my syndicate on secrets and paranoia, refusing to let anyone get close enough to see the cracks in my armor.Daniel was the only person I trusted, and even he didn't know the full extent of my suffering when the suppressants started destroying my organs.Those pills almost destroyed my heart, and the deep isolation almost broke my spirit before the Triad forced their way into my life.I rub my thumb over the platinum collar resting securely around my throat, feeling the cool metal warm up against my skin.I did not need to hide to survive this world.I just needed to find the right men to stand beside me, and I finally found them.The soft sound of footsteps draws my attention away from the glowing skyline.I do not need to turn around to know who is coming,

INTERVIEW & AUTHOR'S NOTE

I tap my pen against my clipboard, staring at the four men sitting on my studio couch. They take up way too much space. Rhett is glaring at the studio lighting like it is an active threat to his family. Seth is bouncing a sleeping Leo on his knee, looking at the baby like he invented him. Dean is typing on his tablet, probably calculating the structural integrity of my chairs. And Beau is sitting right in the middle, looking smug and perfectly rested in his tailored suit.ME: Alright, listen up. This is a bonus interview for the readers who survived your endless drama.RHETT: (Narrows his slate-blue eyes at me) You wrote the drama. You literally blew up a shipping container with our mate inside it.ME: (Pointing my pen at him like a weapon) And I will do it again if you don't behave. I am the god of this universe, Rhett, so sit back and let me ask my questions.BEAU: (Laughs softly, resting his hand on Seth's thigh) Leave her alone, Rhett. She gave us a happy ending, so we owe her a f

A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR & WHAT'S NEXT

Alright, my beautiful readers, take a deep breath. Drink some water. Stretch your legs. We survived the Triad, we survived the cartel wars, and we got our beautiful King Beau safely onto his throne alongside his three utterly devoted mates. We earned this peaceful moment, and I am so incredibly happy we got to experience their beautiful happily ever after together.But let’s be completely real for a second... did you actually think I was going to let you rest for long?Absolutely not! You know me better than that by now. I thrive on chaos, delicious angst, and feral Alphas losing their absolute minds. This is just the beginning. Welcome to the expanded universe of the Alpha Domination series!For Book Two, we are stepping out of the gritty, criminal underworld and walking straight into the sleek, cutthroat, billion-dollar boardrooms of Cross Industries. You guys loved the intense, possessive energy in Book One, but I wanted to push the boundaries even further. What happens when an uns