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My stomach knotted as I attempted to make sense of what I had just witnessed. What exactly did Rex transform into? I dropped my head and began peering out the window, but saw nothing. I was unable to sleep. I was standing and moving in circles around the room, waiting for him to return. I desired an explanation from him. Who or what is he? ~REX’S POV~ No one dares to touch Reina. Rex was enraged. He was circling the forest’s edges from the skies, looking for the wolves who were after his Reina today. While he was flying, he noticed a bonfire deep in the woods.

Rex loved to see Charlotte in this avatar. Rex went behind her and whispered in her ear, "Your open back is attracting me like a magnet. I want to drown in you but I don't want to hurry. You aren’t running away anywhere. So I can take everything slowly. Moreover, my stomach is reluctant to let romance at this moment. She is hungry. The rats have already started jumping at my stomach. I need to keep them down. So let's eat." Saying that, Rex showed Charlotte the couch pointing his index finger and asserted, "Please sit down."

Penny called out, earning a modest smile from him. But suddenly… all chatter faded. Every head turned. My pulse quickened. Professor Rex. For the first time, he wasn’t in his usual suit or those fitted trousers he made look like runway fashion. No, he was in beach shorts and a sleeveless black hoodie, hood down, sunglasses hiding those haunting amber eyes. He walked like he owned the sand beneath him. Girls gasped. Guys stared. Someone behind me whispered, “Is he even real?” “He looks like a vampire lord,” another murmured dreamily.

Heart slamming, I whipped my head around. A man stepped into the dim light. Tall. Broad shoulders. Tattoos peeking from the collar of his crisp white captain’s uniform. Salt and pepper hair, a strong jaw, and eyes that looked like they could command the ocean itself. Captain Kai Rivera. I’d seen his photo in the welcome brochure, but in person he was… overwhelming. “Captain,” I stammered, yanking my hand away and smoothing my dress down. My fingers glistened. There was no hiding what I’d been doing. “I…I was just… exploring. The sign must’ve been unclear.”

He smirks lightly at Kent making the boy think he was going to side with him. “See… he understands!.” Kent laughs happily. “Of course I do. A little stripping you naked tied to a stripper pole welded to the back of a moving truck traveling hundreds of miles around SO-Ho can grant you the reward you desire and let us not forget the removal of your fingers and toes as souvenirs to my collection of human items, or you can skip that fate and tell me everything you know about the man in white and I will be merciful not to rain down all my wrath.” Rex tells him with a creepy smile.

I sigh dramatically. "She'll come around" Rex the stable keeper comes into view. His dirty blonde curls glue to his forehead as a result of sweat. The same sweat that makes his chest glisten. I know this cause he's shirtless. He's always shirtless. And I still blush inwardly when I see him.

Edward went over to hold Rex back, who was still ready to punch. The security captain, whose face had already been bruised, hurriedly grabbed some rope to tie him up. Rex kicked out, and the captain dodged just in time. If it weren’t for his own martial arts skills, that kick would have broken his ribs. Jerry stepped forward and slapped Rex’s face. "Rex, what’s wrong with you? Stop fooling around!" Rex seemed to recognize Jerry and froze. Edward seized the opportunity to signal the security captain to come over and tie him up.

Bald head And a visible scar ran under his right eye. He smiled. "I was beginning to think you'd never find me." "Who are you?" I snapped. His grin widened. "Just a messenger." He took another step forward. " I bring greetings..." His eyes darkened. "...from our Alpha.”

A fraction of a second where his left shoulder had dipped to shield the healing bone, forcing his core to work twice as hard to stabilize the landing. "Turn it off, pixie." Jaxson’s low, gravelly voice cut through the quiet of the room before the heavy tread of his bare feet even registered on the hardwood. The captain walked into the living area carrying two heavy mugs of coffee. He was in his default off-season state—worn gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips and his bare chest fully exposed, the jagged scars across his ribs catching the pale gray light from the windows. He didn't wait for Liam to comply. He reached down, his large, calloused hand snatching the tablet from Liam’s lap and

“A woman as beautiful as you shouldn’t be finishing a whole bottle alone with such a sad face.” A deep, calm voice sounded beside me. I turned my head slowly. A mature man wearing a dark gray suit was sitting in the chair next to me. His face was handsome, with a strong jawline and deep, gentle eyes. A very strong aura of power radiated from him, yet there was also a hidden sadness behind his eyes. “I don’t need a friend,” I replied curtly, looking back down at my glass. The man smiled faintly. “I’m Rex. And I’m not offering friendship. I’m just offering a listening ear if you want to vent your frustration at the world.”