RAPHA OKOYE POV"Are you going to open this door, or do I have to kick it down myself?" a voice barks, followed by a hard, impatient fist rattling the wood.The sound makes my heart slam against my ribs. My first thought is Seth. The sheer memory of his dominant, suffocating scent and his massive, towering frame in the courtyard earlier makes my blood run hot. He has this savage, alpha-latent way of commanding space that makes my inner wolf want to claw its way out of my chest just to challenge him.But the scratching at the oak door is too frantic, too light to be the supreme Alpha. I have no time to sit here naked and overthink. I quickly pull on a loose tunic, grab my dark, matted hairpiece, and smear the heavy, dark grease back over my face, completely dulling my natural features before pulling the heavy iron latch open.Jide stands in the torch-lit stone hallway, his freshly shaved scalp gleaming under the tallow candles, his face twisted into a sour sneer."What do you want, pup
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