“You’re really doing it? Caleb, I’ve waited three whole years for this day!”On the screen, the face of Marcus, the usually stone-cold Alpha of the Blackpeak Pack, was lit up with pure joy.“This is your seventh invitation, Marcus,” I said, leaning back in my chair. “The first six times, I turned you down. For Silvermoon Ridge. For Rowan. But this time, I’m saying yes.”“Give me two days, tops. I’ll arrange the highest-level private transport!” Marcus slammed his hand on his desk in excitement. “I’ll be there to greet you myself! Those fools at Silvermoon Ridge have no idea. They just lost the greatest strategic mind on the continent!”Bang!The study door was thrown open.It was 8 PM.Rowan should still have been at headquarters, “handling business” with her Omega scribe, Finn.She was home early.She swept in wearing an expensive black coat, bringing the night’s chill with her. And something else. The faint, but unmistakable, scent of an Omega.“Blackpeak? Who’s going to Blackpeak?”
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