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CHAPTER 1

The heat under my skin was a slow burn, sharper than the scent of rain clinging to the Havencrest air. I should have been dead to the world after the moon-rite in Silverwood, but Jessa’s voice wouldn't stop echoing in my skull."Ever really scented a true Alpha, Mars?" Her laugh had been sharp, fueled by too much nectar. "You’re twenty-six. A prime Omega who’s never even shifted with a partner. Stop being a martyr. If you won't find a mate, at least find a thrill."I lay across the furs of my bed at the Pacific Crest Resort, the room spinning in slow, nauseating circles. I was the pack outlier—the wolf who had never known a touch, a kiss, or a knot. Usually, my inner beast stayed on a short leash, but the fermented moonlight I’d downed earlier had snapped the collar.My throat felt lined with silver dust. I sat up, shadows dancing against the walls. With trembling fingers, I grabbed my slate. The runes on the screen blurred into golden smudges as I scrolled.Grant Walker.The Alpha of

CHAPTER 2

When I finally blinked my eyes open in the early dawn, the heavy weight of an arm was still draped across my chest, pinning me to the mattress. The rhythmic, deep huff of a wolf’s breath brushed against the back of my neck.As the fog of the previous night’s ritual wine cleared, reality hit me with the force of a silver-tipped arrow. Every muscle in my body ached with a dull, throbbing heat—a physical reminder of exactly what had happened.I had spent the night with the Alpha of the Westline Pack.Panic flared in my chest. I moved with frantic, silent precision, sliding out from under Grant Walker’s grasp. I scrambled for my clothes, heart hammering against my ribs, and fled the VTN ROOM before the sun could fully crest the peaks of Silverwood.It was only when I was safely tucked away in a temporary berth at the far end of the Pacific Crest Resort that I dared to look at my slate. My blood ran cold. In my drunken state, I hadn't messaged a random contact. I had messaged Grant directl

CHAPTER 3

Jessa’s mouth was going to be the death of me. She had a way of blurting out the truth at the exact moment it needed to stay buried, and in a heartbeat, the heavy, golden gaze of Grant Walker shifted. He didn’t just look at me; he cataloged me.Fortunately, his silence was as sharp as his stare. He gave a single, curt nod and swept out of the Pacific Crest Resort with his entourage, leaving a trail of freezing air in his wake.Once the pressure of his presence lifted, Jessa leaned in, her face twisted with a mix of curiosity and disappointment. "Wait, why was he asking about your quarters? I thought he was about to drop some heavy pack business on us, but he just... left."I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. It felt like a stay of execution. My voice came out as a scorched rasp. "The VTN ROOM has a vantage point of the moon-ritual grounds. He probably just wants the suite for himself.""That’s it?""He’s the Alpha of Westline Holdings, Jessa. He doesn’t do small talk w

CHAPTER 4

The role of a liaison in a territorial firm might sound prestigious, but everyone in the pack knew the subtext: it was about baring your throat and pouring the wine.Grant’s words stung like a silver burn across my skin. Did he really think I was that type of wolf? Did he think Howard had served me up to him like a ritual offering after last night?I felt the heat crawling up my neck, but I forced myself to stay still. I couldn't afford to walk out. I needed this position—the medicinal herbs for my mother’s fading health cost more than my monthly stipend. If I lost this job, I lost her.The air in the room turned brittle until Howard broke the silence with a greasy, forced chuckle. "He’s always been an analyst, Alpha Walker. I simply thought that since you and Mars both hail from Havencrest, you might find common ground over a meal. That’s the only reason he’s here. If his presence offends you, I’ll have him removed immediately."Howard shot me a look that practically shoved me toward

CHAPTER 5

The ink on his collarbone looked weathered, as if it had been etched into his skin years ago. If Jessa’s gossip held any weight, those digits—V25—had to be the birth date of the person who owned his heart.I knew for a fact that Grant’s birthday fell in the spring, and the high elders of the Walker line were all winter-born. It certainly wasn't about me; my own birth-marking was in late autumn.What could drive a man as frigid and calculating as Grant Walker to do something so permanent, so almost... sentimental? He must have been utterly consumed by this person. Suddenly, a wave of nauseating regret washed over me. Why hadn't I checked his status before that drunken moment of madness?I had my own code. I didn't care how powerful or magnetic an Alpha was; I wasn't the type to interfere with someone else’s bond."Jessa," I whispered into the slate, "do you know anyone in his inner circle born on the twenty-fifth of August?""How would I know that? Westline Holdings is the apex predato

CHAPTER 6

I had nuked the contact. I’d burned the bridge, deleted the link, and even scrubbed myself from our shared pack-frequency groups. Now, I was standing in the middle of my room, heart hammering against my ribs, realizing I’d effectively locked myself out of my own life."Jessa, this is a crisis! I need you to find Grant Walker’s private frequency. Now!"Jessa’s voice was thick with sleep and confusion. "Who? The Alpha of Westline? Mars, if you’re sleep-shifting in your dreams, go back to your furs.""I don't have time to explain! It’s a matter of life or death for my career!"The high-ranking elder from the territorial board had already signed the parchment and left the Silverwood summit. There was no way to get him back to re-sign a duplicate. Without that folder, I wasn't just fired; I was a traitor to the pack's interests."I can't get his direct line," Jessa said, suddenly sounding alert. "But you know where he’s staying. Go to the VTN ROOM, Mars. Move!"She was right. I didn't wait

CHAPTER 7

I didn't believe in miracles, and I certainly didn't believe in the kindness of Alphas who looked at the world like it was a balance sheet."I’m already bonded," I lied, the words tasting like copper in my mouth. "I have a partner."I watched Grant’s jaw tighten, his golden eyes darkening into a shade that promised a storm. "Is that the truth, Mars?""Why would I deceive the head of Westline Holdings?" I countered, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs.I bowed my head, desperate to end the suffocating tension. "I won’t take up any more of your time. If you could just return the pack folders...""Fine."Grant gave a single, glacial nod. He didn't move to stop me. He simply informed me that his lead sentinel had the documents and retreated into his suite, the heavy door clicking shut like a final judgment. I practically sprinted down the hall, clutching the leather folder to my chest as if it were a shield.Grant Walker wanting to bind himself to a low-level analyst? It w

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I couldn't stop playing Grant’s offer over in my head. He’d promised to heal my mother, to bring in the High Healers, to settle every debt. Standing in that cold, sterile hospital hallway, it was no longer a choice—it was my only lifeline.I started scouring my old pack-frequency logs like a man possessed. I found an old classmate and practically begged him to let me back into our shared digital circle. But the moment I got in, I realized Grant had already scrubbed his presence from the group.“Does anyone have a direct line to Grant Walker?” I messaged, ignoring how desperate it made me look.“Grant?” Mason replied almost instantly. “He’s the Alpha of Westline Holdings now, Mars. He doesn’t linger in common circles anymore. His life is worlds away from ours.”The chat devolved into petty gossip, and my plea was buried under a mountain of noise. Just as I was about to give up, our old class monitor sent me a private pulse.“Mars, I have a frequency he used a few years ago. I’m not sur

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I waited until Grant finished his private frequency call before stepping out of the cool interior of the car. The evening air in the city was crisp, carrying the scent of pine from the surrounding peaks."They serve the traditional cuisine of Havencrest here," he said. His voice was a low, resonant thrum, like the vibration of a cello’s string."Oh." I was caught off guard. Did he actually remember we were pack-mates in our youth? Or had he known from the very second I stepped into the Pacific Crest Resort?Standing beside him, I felt the sharp sting of our different worlds. Grant was every bit the apex Alpha, radiating power and polished authority. I was just an analyst in a rumpled shirt, with ‘desperate’ written across my face.The silence at the table was suffocating. I couldn't exactly start reminiscing about junior high training drills, could I? Grant, however, seemed entirely unbothered. He looked as comfortable as if he were dining with a lifelong confidant. He casually rolled

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The entire flight back, Jeffrey wouldn't stop rattling on about our childhood drills and academy memories, but none of it pierced the fog in my mind. The moment we touched down at the Walker Enterprises Tower, I didn't even offer him a parting nod, heading straight for the Alpha’s private lift.Inside the executive suite, my lead secretary caught me before I could even sit. "Alpha Walker, regarding the territorial infringement suit against N&P Enterprises—should we recruit a larger war-party of legal scholars? I’ve heard they’ve retained a high-tier silvertongue."I adjusted my gold-rimmed glasses, my expression unreadable as I scrawled my seal at the bottom of a parchment."Peace," I rumbled. "We will let Brooke Caldwell dismantle them the moment she returns to the central pack.""Ms. Caldwell is returning to the Tower?" The secretary’s anxiety vanished like mist under a summer sun. "In that case, the verdict is already carved in stone."It wasn't a boast. In the last few years, ever

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