Chapter 62Zara pushed open the heavy glass doors of the original WolfeGroup conference room at four in the morning. The same long table. The same city lights through the floor to ceiling windows. The same chair where she had first sat across from Damien and signed the contract that changed everything.A man in a dark suit waited at the head of the table. He was in his early sixties, silver at the temples, with the calm eyes of someone who had spent decades moving pieces on a board no one else could see. He did not stand.“Zara Mensah,” he said. “The human who walked into a room full of wolves and decided she belonged. I have been watching since the day you signed that first contract. You have been quite the complication.”Zara stopped ten feet from the table. The bond pulsed steady from the roof across the street where Damien waited with the enforcers. She sent one clear thought. Wait. “You have the files. You want something. Say it.”The man smiled without warmth. “My name is Jonath
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