I map out a silent laugh at his absurd little performance, shaking my head as the instincts of my clinical training war with my amusement. Nikolai doesn't let the distance widen; he reaches across the fur lounge and captures my hand, lifting and lowering our interwoven fingers in a deliberate, mocking parody of a human greeting."Do not retreat behind the professional armor," he rumbles, his grey eyes flashing with dangerous amusement. "Initiate the sequence.""A profound honor to cross your perimeter, Rodrigo," I murmur, slanting my eyes up to locate his gaze, a sharp smile cutting into my mouth."My calling is that of a beast master," he declares, dropping his voice into a low, resonant register that vibrates straight into my core as he locks into the performance. "I consume my daylight cycles suppressing the rage of feral Alphas, and my nights... taming the wildest she-wolves the territories can produce. And what is your designation?" He tightens his grip on my hand, anchoring me t
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