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All I want to do is whip that look off his face and replace it with happiness. “ Yes he can tell, he felt the same pain you did.” Alex explained “ now after you answer these few questions Ryan and Creed can help teach you about our ways and the history of our people and rules about being a wolf” that brought a smile on his face which I was glad. “ Who is he? The guy you keep talking about?” I asked, leaning against the desk still sitting in Alex’s lap. I can tell he like it because he gripped my hips “ I don’t know his real name, just the one he tells everyone to call him. I can describe what he looks like as well and maybe who of his men” he started

"Mr. Lane? You mean the new business star, Shaun Lane?" Cyril had heard of Shaun's name. The business world was small, and someone like Shaun—who had taken his company public in just three years—was rare. Most people had heard of him, one way or another. Halsey nodded. "Yes, that's him." Cyril looked puzzled. "But you didn't know Mr. Lane before this. Why would he help you?" Halsey didn't want to hide the truth from her parents. "Actually… Shaun is Dwight."

he said. I raised a brow. “You mean you have been sitting here all night and I still do not know who you are?” He chuckled. “Not completely.” “Alright,” I said, folding my arms lightly. “Go on.” “My full name is Desmond Hale,” he began, watching my reaction. “My father owns Hale Group.” For a second, I just looked at him. Hale Group. That was not small. That was not just some random name you heard and forgot. My expression shifted before I could stop it. “You are serious?”

I gushed a little too excitedly. "German Shepherd and he named him Slash," I heard him chuckling to himself, "he thought it was badass name according to him but it's actually one of his hacker terms." So I learned something new. Their eighteen-year-old brother was probably a hacker or something along the lines of one. Ace seemed to be into something more dangerous and deadly and Gunnar seemed to be into the business side of things. He seemed like the type to initiate meetings. But it was all one business. The question remained, what was said business?

She exclaims and I make a confused expression. "You say what now?" I lean forward in my chair and she cocks her head to one side. "You didn't know?" She asks and I start to shake my head. "I didn't know what?" I ask in return. "That Henry is really Henry Hawthorne, CEO of the Hawthorne industries, one of the biggest companies in the entire world." Holy shit.

"You are emotionally involved with the asset." "The 'asset' has a name, Sterling," I said, my eyes locking onto his with an absolute, unyielding intensity. "His name is Rhys Keller. He is the captain of the Seattle Kraken. And the only bias in this room is the corporate greed that led your client to falsify a player's medical records to devalue his contract."

There is something else there entirely, something I did not see before, and that absence of recognition — the gap between who I thought he was and what I am looking at now — lands somewhere in my chest like a stone dropped into still water. "Who are you?" I ask. "Actually." He considers this for a moment, like he is deciding how much to give me. "Well, my real name is Dmitri," he says it with amusement. "And I was business partners with a man named Hank." He pauses, watching my face. "The same Hank that Shawn Black killed. Because of you." The room is very quiet.

Alana gulps before uttering the words that shock each one of them to the core. “His real name is Austin Jones of the Black Onyx Pack.”

“Excuse me?” “Fake dating,” he said, as casually as if he were ordering coffee. “It’s simple. You act like my girlfriend; I act like your boyfriend. People leave us alone. Predators—human and otherwise—stay away. You get protection, I get… well, it’s complicated. But mostly, we both stay alive.” Alina stared at him, trying to process the words. Fake dating? With him? The brooding, dangerous, irresistible Rhett Blackwood? “You’re insane,” she said finally.

"Mrs. Autio, what did he just call you?" Haley asked from next to them, covering her mouth as her eyes widened and gleamed with mischief. "Aunt Em?" Her voice wavered a little. "You never mentioned having a nephew surnamed Kreg?” Lifting his still-dripping spatula, Jules fiercely stabbed Rhett’s pricey suit with a grease smear. "Ley, this bastard even lied about his real name," he yelled. “In reality, he is—“