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He headlines every other tabloid. "No I didn't tell him. We agreed not to. He found that wretched book, Odyssey something. Your initials were in the front page. He isn't dropping the subject. He wants to know who A.C is." Alexander faced away into the dark part of the abandoned building. He belongs in the shadows so much that he craves not to be seen. I have never met a bigger introvert! No one even knows he exists anymore! How is he a billionaire and a ghost at the same time? He must have a non existent social life. When he looked at me, he smiled a little. "I had a feeling this day would come. What do we do now my love?"

Jessica grabbed her phone as she pulled up a book. “You are observant and I need another set of eyes and ears. He is an ally and a close friend. We are not going to tell him about Charlotte but I need to know if we could, when the time is right.” “And you needed me for that?” “Axel needed to stay in case Alpha James decided to attack.” Glancing over, she started reading a book. “How can you even read in the car? What are you reading?” “It’s called Emerald Eyed Luna. I have really liked these werewolf books. It’s funny how they portray us!”

“Oh my God, Leah! Where have you been? How come you didn’t know that Alex and Sky had a big fight last year?” “Really?” I asked. I didn’t even know who Alex was, and I didn't care. “Yes. They were good friends before Quinn and Finn transferred here. But Sky stole his girlfriend. And last year, Alex failed his exam and is now our junior,” Flora said. “Stole?”

The book club ladies were in fine form this afternoon. Margaret Thompson sat primly on the floral couch in a rented out space close to the library, a half-empty teacup balanced on her knee, her Bible study notes open on the coffee table. The conversation had started with the latest Christian fiction novel — something about redemption and resisting temptation — but it had drifted, as it always did, into more personal territory. Gossip dressed up as prayer requests. “Speaking of temptation,” one of the women said, lowering her voice with dramatic concern, “have you heard what’s going around about that poor Thompson boy?”

Of course she did. By the time she reached the eighteenth floor, her legs were shaking. She pushed through the door and almost collided with someone. "Sorry, I wasn't..." Emma looked up. Alex. They stood frozen, inches apart. Alex had a stack of books in her arms. Case reporters. Patent law. She looked tired. Dark circles under her eyes that makeup didn't quite hide. "Ms. Parker." Alex's voice was carefully neutral. "Ms. Richardson." Neither moved. Emma could smell Alex's perfume. Different than college but somehow still familiar. Could see a tiny coffee stain on Alex's collar that she'd missed that morning.

“Don’t worry. Damien would never harm me.” Alex’s expression faltered for a moment as he took in the subtle way Eva and Damien connected. The realization hit him hard—he had finally met his match. Who could have guessed his rival would be none other than Damien Cross, the notorious magnate with a reputation for ruthlessly dominating anyone in his path? “Still,” Alex said, his voice laced with irritation. “It was rude of him to grab you like that. I know you’re…” He hesitated, clearing his throat to collect himself because he just nearly slipped.

Alex POV As we're watching a movie, my phone rings and I grab it from the couch Mason and I are currently cuddling in. Wren. I answer it immediately. "Hey Wrenny. Are you okay?" I ask concerned. I hear her cry just as I finish talking. "What happened, Wren?" I ask panicking. Mason sees this and walks over to me. "He hit me, Alex. I can't do this anymore. I can't take it." She says crying hysterically. "Who hit you, Wren?" I ask confused.

Sebastian looked at Axel for help, but he still did not respond. “He’s here,” those were the only words he said. My eyes widened in surprise, and I went closer to him, pushing Candace away in the process. “Hey!” she tried to protest, but I ignored her. I was too focused on looking at our prospect. I finally caught sight of this “Alpha Nathan,” and I almost gagged at sight. Alpha Nathan is a middle-aged man with a huge beer belly and a balding head. “Him? You’re expecting me to seduce him?” I whisper-yelled at him.

Her breath caught in her throat, an unexpected jolt of alarm coursing through her. “Breaking news,” the anchor declared, her voice cutting through the stillness like a knife. “In a shocking turn of events, renowned businessman Alexander Cross has been arrested on charges of committing fraud against esteemed Italian magnate Sebastian Massimo. Authorities have confirmed that Cross, known for his sharp business acumen and high-profile deals, allegedly manipulated contracts and embezzled significant funds, ultimately leading to his dramatic downfall.”

Alpha Rex growls and I feel goosebumps growing on my skin at how deep the voice sounds. Zane laughs and raises his hands up. “Ok, I get it. I won’t mess with our Luna.” Alpha Rex ignores Zane and gracefully steps out of the car. He slides his hands into the pockets of his black jeans and scowls at me. “Are you waiting for an invitation?” He says icily, narrowing his eyes at me. My stomach twists and I play with the hem of my dirty shirt. “W-where are we going?” I ask gingerly, stealing glances at him while I stay stuck in the seat. I'm afraid of getting up because I'm sure I've stained his expensive car with animal blood and mud. Goddess, is he going to hit me?