"You're late," Alejandro said.His voice was a low, growling rumble that vibrated in the small theater. I froze. The spotlight felt like a brand against my skin. The room was a tomb, twenty seats of velvet and shadows, empty except for the two Alphas sitting on the central couch."Step into the light, VX," Mateo added. He was leaning forward, his eyes tracking the way my throat moved when I swallowed.I moved. My boots clicked against the stage floor. The Silver Crest Country Club was supposed to be a sanctuary of high society, but in here, it smelled like cold sweat and predator. Alejandro was sprawled back, one arm lazily draped over the cushions, his jaw set in a line of pure granite. Mateo was the predator on the hunt, watching for a weakness."Show us why the Silver-Oak Pack shouldn't just tear you apart," Alejandro muttered. His voice was curt. Bored.I looked at the pole. I looked at the chair. Every other candidate—the models, the pre-med students, the gymnasts—had probably tr
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