His Discarded Mate
Nathaniel was all about sharp edges and barely controlled power, but Kane had this quiet, dangerous vibe.
He seemed younger than I thought—maybe early thirties, with messy dark hair and these sharp green eyes that just seemed to *see* right through you. He almost seemed like a scholar, someone more suited for a library than a boardroom. But the way he moved, that easy confidence, that was all Alpha.
“So…” he said, his voice low, breaking the heavy silence since we left the diner, “Sage says you want a *fresh start*.”
“Among other things,” I said, my voice tight, trying to sound professional. I might be desperate, but I wasn’t about to spill my guts to a guy I just met.
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