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Besides, I wouldn't want to have my clean suit stained by his filthy blood. I leaned forward, my eyes lit up with excitement. "Oh, you seemed to forget who I am, Jerry." "Do I look like I care?" "Oh but you must," I paused, placing my hand proudly on my chest. "I am Caesar. I get what I want and whom I want. I don't give a damn if Laura's engaged to you or not. I don't give a damn if you're both married either. And I certainly don't give a damn if you feel bad about this whole thing. I wanted Laura and I got her. She was yours but now she's mine. Laura left you for me because I placed the cards on the table and she played my cards. The writings on the wall, Jerry. I'm way better than you in

Sleep dragged me under fast, black and dreamless from sheer depletion. Stinging woke me later—sharp, targeted rubs on my back. Someone cleaning the wounds. Cool ointment soothing the burn. I wanted to shout, jerk away, but my head rested on something softer than my pillow. I nuzzled instinctively, rubbing my cheek against it. The scent hit—pine and smoke and clean male skin. Intoxicating. Alpha strong, but subtle. Made my suppressed Omega side stir faintly, warmth pooling low. Gods, that smells good. I could bury my face here forever.

After staring at a silent Alpha Malcolm for a few minutes, Paul turned his attention to the man beside him. That's when he recognized him as the Beta. He smiled to himself. He would certainly have buy his cousin a beer for this capture. "Since your fearless leader have nothing to say, what about you?" Alpha Paul asked the Beta that only looked at him with disdain.

“I just wanted you to be careful. The woman has ruined a lot of homes in the past and I could smell that you slept with her-” “And so you were afraid that she would be ruining my home as well. Is that it?” The man in front of me shook his head again. “No, Alpha. It’s just that-” “The last time I took your advice about a woman, I almost died along with everyone else in the pack, so don’t come here thinking that you can play the role of my special advisor! You’re only my beta because of the blood you carry in your veins. Never make the mistake of forgetting your place. Are we clear?!”

A sudden chill run down my spine His grip hard, almost bruising. His eyes unblinking. This man was a rogue. My stomach twists as I realize I’ve made yet another terrible mistake. I glance up at him in horror, my breath catching when I see his face. A jagged scar stretches from ear to ear, twisting his features into a permanent snarl. His Alpha aura leaks out in faint waves, and it’s enough to make my knees go weak. This is bad. Every nerve in my body screams in alarm. My breath quickens, my pulse pounding in my ears as I brace myself for the worst.

Oh, please don’t tell me Mal is using his son to get to me? “Maybe not, but for the last four years, I have been close to Alpha Reynolds, and he is a good wolf. He is strong and friendly.” I down play it. I have seen what Alpha Reynolds is capable of. But I know he is one of the best. He is compassionate and always pushed us harder to make sure we are the best at what we do. So I suppose to a pup he is intimidating.

I stare at them at the way Damon stands slightly in front of her and the way she mirrors his awareness without thinking. A partnership. A mistake on my part assuming otherwise. Assuming she was just another conquest. Another pretty face. I curl my fingers slowly. "I underestimated him," I say quietly. "And her." Darius does not disagree. Doesn't need to. "He is Alpha, after all," I continue. "And Alphas do not bind themselves to ordinary things." The image flickers showing Mara laughing at something Damon says unguarded for half a second before the world sharpens around her again.

“An Alpha leads with strength, with dominance, with command. That is a man’s role. Not a woman’s.” For a moment, the room seems to hold its breath, Abhay and the guards look astonished, their eyes darting between us. The challenge in her gaze is unmistakable, and my wolf bristles, ready to show her exactly what a female Alpha is capable of. My fists clench at my sides, my nails digging into my palms as I struggle to maintain control. I take a step closer, towering over her now, my presence filling every corner of the room. “You think strength and dominance are exclusive to men?” I say, my voice cold and steady, a stark contrast to the storm raging inside me.

Teeth bared, chin lifted. They don’t see how my chest aches like something is pressing outward from the inside. But it also means something else. Something safer. Something cruelly convenient. I exhale slowly, forcing the truth into place even though it cuts. A human mate means no divided loyalties. No Alpha challenge sharpened by a mating bond. A shadow beside a throne instead of someone who could claim it. This—him being human—this is better. It means I don’t bend. Don’t step aside. Don’t share command.

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