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“It doesn’t work that way, Adrian. You already know so much about me—my past, my weaknesses, my life. The least you can do is offer some kind of information back.” His mouth curved into a faint smirk, and he leaned in, bridging the gap between us. “Fine,” he said softly, his breath warm against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. “I’m Adrian. I have enough power and resources to get you everything you want—freedom from Callum, security, protection.” His eyes darkened, a flash of heat in his gaze. “But that comes at a price.”

"Daddy, say it! She said she doesn't want me! Agree to it!" Adrian didn't look at his son. He was staring at me. After a long, heavy silence, he finally stepped toward me. "Fine. Don't come crawling back." "Don't regret this." He took a breath. "I, Alpha Adrian, accept your rejection. May the Moon Goddess be my witness." The second he said it, it felt like my chest was being ripped open. My wolf screamed inside me. The pain was insane—like boiling lead running through my veins. Adrian doubled over too, gripping the table until his knuckles turned white.

“Did you find out anything new?” Adrian looked up. He blinked, clearly confused. It took him a few seconds to remember their plan. The whole reason Sullivan was here was to get information on Zane and Mabel’s relationship. That had been before Adrian knew they were mates. Before he’d found his own mate, Seraphina, in the crowd. Adrian hesitated. “There have been some developments,” Adrian said carefully. Sullivan leaned closer, hungry for information. “Well?” “I don’t know if you heard, but I found my mate,” Adrian said, a big smile spreading across his face. “Seraphina Wilkow. She’s the one in the black and gold bikini.”

Alpha's Hated Mate Santiago's Pov The day we've been waiting on is coming. Less than 48 hours, I'll see my Best friend get married. I've waited for this day since I met Camilla. I thought they'd end at mating but no Adrian wants to fulfil every desire she had. I glance at my wristwatch for the umpteenth time. “Adrian you're not going to make it to Silverline on time.” Adrian kept pacing around fisting on his hair with gritted teeth. “I will give me a minute.”

She took a relaxing shower, letting the warm water wash away any hesitation or doubt about what would happen tonight. As she emerged from the shower, wrapped in a towel and steam curling around her, Lily's heart nearly leaped out of her chest. The man from earlier stood in her room, his presence filling the space with an unsettling aura. She clutched the towel tighter, her voice laced with anger. "Who are you, and what are you doing in my room?" The man turned to her, his eyes gleaming with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. "I am Adrian," he announced with a chilling calmness. "You're as beautiful as I first saw you Winter Moon night."

His thumb pressed against the inside of my wrist, measuring the sudden spike in my pulse. Liam’s voice came through the earpiece, calm and precise. “St. Barts. Now.” Adrian asked about the island. I reached for the hurricane because it was the only true thing I could offer. I described the smell of ozone, the grey-green water, the way the palm trees bent until their crowns touched the sand. “I thought they would break,” I said. “But they only bowed.” Something in Adrian’s smile flickered and then recovered. A server passed with a tray of champagne. My hand moved toward a glass of the brut without conscious thought. Sabrina’s favorite. Liam’s voice cut in at once.

One hand rested loosely on the blanket that covered her sore stomach. Adrian sat in the chair beside the bed with their son asleep against his chest. When the baby stirred and then settled again, he carefully transferred him back to the bassinet next to his sister. He stretched his tight shoulders and noticed Juliet’s laptop sitting on the side table. The notebook he had read from earlier was still open beside it. He only meant to close the laptop so the battery wouldn’t die. When his fingers brushed the trackpad, the screen lit up. A document was already open. The title at the top of the page read *Forbidden Lessons*. No author name. The cursor blinked in the middle of a paragraph.

“Alright. Don’t post. Don’t reply that girl. Don’t go back there alone. We would answer to the filing. Those locked cards will help you more than him.” “He’s saying I left for Vale.” “Let him. We would say you left after he moved his mistress in. That’s not the same thing.” When I came out, Adrian was on a call by the window. He ended it when he saw me. “How did it go?” “I’ll use her.” “Good.” “I need money in an account where Damien can’t get access.” “I know.” “And I don’t want it looking like you’re keeping me.” “Then it’s a loan. You pay it back when you start working.”

Adrian announces, all flair and swagger, “my divine goddess of gluten. Tell me you saved me a cheese danish or I’ll start a revolution out there with the Upper East Side PTA moms.” I laugh.Real, sudden. Like exhaling after holding my breath too long. Adrian always knows how to anchor me. “There’s one left,” I say. “But you will have to duel for it.” “I’d let you win,” he declares. “But only because I love you. Mostly.” Then, finally, Adrian turns to Damien. His tone cools, but only slightly. “Mr. Von Adler,” he says. “Didn’t expect to find you among carbs.” Damien’s jaw shifts. “Nor did I expect to be.”

Then he opened them and saw me. His hand stilled. “You gonna stand there all night, or are you finally gonna help me?” I slammed the door shut. My face burned. And fuck, my dick twitched I was so royally screwed. I am gonna kill him. Soon, the door opened, and I swear for a second I forgot how to breathe. Adrien stepped out, barefoot, with nothing but a white towel slung dangerously low on his hips. His hair was wet and messy, strands sticking to his forehead and neck, and droplets of water rolled down his insanely perfect chest and disappeared into the crease where the towel began.