Something was about to break.Azerbel could feel it in the way Guerero gripped her wrist and the way Genaro stood only a few steps away, watching him.Neither Alpha looked willing to back down.If one of them lost control, this would not end with words.“Alpha Genaro, please step back,” Roland said carefully. “Nothing has been decided yet. You are still a guest here.”Genaro did not move.His eyes stayed on Guerero's hand around Azerbel's wrist.“Don't sound so sure,” Genaro said. “Ask your Alpha what has already been decided.”A cold feeling settled in Azerbel's chest.“What decision?”She tried to pull away, but Guerero tightened his grip.“You're not going anywhere.”Azerbel almost laughed.Only days ago, Guerero had wanted her gone.Now that she had rejected him, he suddenly refused to let her leave.Genaro gave a low laugh.“You were ready to throw her out, and now you're holding on to her? Did rejection scramble your head?”That was enough.Guerero snapped.Before anyone could st
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