His Alpha Brother Is My Bedfellow
She slid it across the table to Olivia.
“My private number,” Jasmine said, her tone surprisingly genuine for once. “If you ever need to talk. To someone who… understands the particular brand of poison in that world.” Her eyes met Olivia’s, and for a second, there was no mockery, just a shared, bitter understanding.
Olivia looked at the card like it might bite her, but she nervously picked it up. “Thank you.”
“Take care of her, Alpha King,” Jasmine said, giving me another respectful nod. Then she was gone, Marcus following like a shadow.
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