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The crowd buzzed with excitement that felt almost violent in its intensity. Security escorted me to the Fenmore garage, where Anton greeted me with a headset and a wide smile. “Morning. You ready for this?” he asked, sounding far too cheerful for someone about to watch cars race at deadly speeds. “I don’t know what I’m ready for,” I admitted. “The first race is always intense,” he said, handing me ear protection. “You’ll want these. It gets loud enough to cause permanent damage, and we still need you to hear Aldric later.”

“What I meant was….” “I know what you meant,” he says before I could even finish my sentence. He leans down and pecks my lips. “We should go before my Beta comes looking for us, and Maddox will tear out my Beta’s eyes if he sees your naked body.” Max starts walking back towards the pack. I laugh again “Possessive much?” He stops and turns to me, his voice is dangerously low and his eyes have silver in them, meaning that Maddox is close to shifting “You have no idea little wolf” he says, taking my hand and leading the way back.

My system window flashed open across my vision, neon bright and dramatic as always: SYSTEM ALERT Affection 90%. Stage: Critical.

Max said truthfully, taking out a pack of cigarette, but Mia snatched the pack away from him. "You dare to smoke in front of me?!" Mia yelled. "Babygirl, we have strong lungs." Blaze cooed. "Could you please not call your mate babygirl? I'm sorry but it bothers me." Jayla asked with anxiety, she was about to have a mini anxiety attack. You need guts to tell him something that you don't to hear or see. "Why not?" He asked curiously. Jayla widened her eyes, clearing her throat. "Because—" "She thinks you are Massimo from 365 days, damn baby didn't know you watched that kind of movie." Max chuckled interrupted up, he picked her up to put her in his lap, she squealed and hides her blushing face

A sliver of my true scent—frost and ozone, sharp and angry—escaped into the air between us. Matteo took an involuntary step back, his eyes widening slightly. He’d felt it. The power in it. The threat. “I am not a sickness,” I said, my voice dangerously quiet. “I am an Enigma. And my presence here is sanctioned by the Global Alliance and your own government. If you have a problem with that, take it up with them. Now, if you’ll excuse me, the break is over.” I walked past him, back into the meeting room. My heart was pounding, but my hands were steady. Matteo’s words echoed in my head. He’s falling apart.

I slammed the laptop shut, breathing hard. “Research going well?” Marcus asked quietly, appearing in the doorway. Mom was in the shower, the water running audibly. “Too well,” I snapped. “This project is basically my life now. Hidden tensions. Power imbalances. Sound familiar?” He stepped closer, eyes softening with something like regret mixed with hunger. “We’re navigating it.” Before I could respond, my phone buzzed on the coffee table. Alex’s name lit up the screen. I grabbed it quickly.

I said. A wide smile appeared on his face and Alex didn't hesitate to grab the keys to my black Mustang. I gave him a thumbs up and led him to the garage where the cars are. Alex jogged to the car and opened the door for me. I thanked him before entering. He got in the driver's seat, the excitement obvious on his face.

she said, feeling defeated. "Okay, I'll-" Matthew paused when he heard screaming coming from Ambrose's room. He hastily hung up the call after saying a quick goodbye before running back to the room. He found Michale desperately trying to calm Ambrose down as he repeatedly punched his chest weakly. Tears were flowing down his face and he looked completely distraught. Michael tried calming him down but it only got worse. Ambrose started screaming at him and Matthew just sat there, taking in all the insults Ambrose threw at him.

Right when his hips started jerking faster, I stopped cold. “You won’t get your release unless you talk.” Soren panted, forehead dropping against my shoulder. His cock throbbed untouched now, desperate. “Alright. Damn it. My brother built something like your core model years ago. Similar architecture, clean code. He poured everything into it. Released it quietly through his startup. Then your company dropped the big version. Flashy marketing, big visibility. Suddenly his work looked like a cheap copy. Investors pulled out. Lawsuits piled up. He got tangled in some financial mess they pinned on him and ended up imprisoned.