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The metal locker door hummed coldly against my spine, but the front of my body was burning alive under the weight of Rex Vance.His massive frame completely crowded my space, pinning my wrists flat against the metal locker above my head with a single, calloused hand. He didn't just stand over me; he anchored himself against me, treating my body like a piece of track he had just claimed at two hundred miles an hour."Let. Me. Go," I ground out through my teeth. The words were supposed to sound fierce, but the ragged edge of my failing suppressants turned the sentence into a shaky breath."Why should I?" Rex leaned down further, his bare chest radiating a suffocating heat through my uniform shirt. He was entirely unbothered by my struggling. In fact, every time I twisted my wrists against his grip, his smirk only cut deeper into his sharp jawline. "We finally have something to talk about, little mechanic. All those months of you cursing at my setups, ignoring my pit orders, acting like

The morning sun sliced through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse like a direct insult. My head was pounding with a dull, chemical ache, a residual hangover from the volatile, tampered suppressants currently trapped in my bloodstream.I stood in front of the guest room mirror, staring at myself in disgust. Rex had thrown a bundle of his own clothes at me the night before, and now I was drowning in an oversized, heavy cotton black t-shirt that smelled faintly of his metallic, leather Alpha notes. The collar loosely slipped down one side, completely exposing my collarbone and the unbonded scent gland at the base of my neck.I looked down at my bare feet, my jaw tightening. Absolute house arrest. That’s what he had called it."Like hell," I muttered, my voice raspy.If Rex Vance thought that locking my suppressants in a kitchen cabinet and pinning me under his roof meant I was going to turn into a compliant, trembling little Omega, he was about to get a reality check. I was