Addicted to His Rejected Mate
That year I stood at my father's funeral, my grandfather's hand pressing on my shoulder, heavy as shackles.
"Killian. From today, you are the first heir of the Voss family."
Since then, I have never lost control in front of anyone. Anger, fear, grief—every emotion locked in an iron box, sealed shut, key thrown into the abyss.
Mate Madness was a glitch. A crack in the system.
I'll patch it.
The doorbell cuts the silence. Security feed shows Liam, cooler in hand. I hit unlock.
"New batch," he says, setting it down. Three more syringes, concentration up 15%. "Mercer prepped them fresh."
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