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His world had just tilted as violently as mine. “One?” he asked carefully. I laughed. A harsh, humorless sound. “Four.” The silence that followed was deadly. “Four Alphas?” he whispered, horror threading every syllable. I finally turned to face him. “Yes, four fucking Alphas.” Tavian dragged a hand down his face. “That’s… that’s impossible. Alphas don’t share mates. They don’t share anything.” “I am aware of that,” I snapped. “Then what does this mean?”

Aiden's POV 6:03 a.m. and I’m still reading. The overhead bulb in my dorm room flickers but I ignore it because, like most things, I don't have the money to fix it. My anatomy textbook is open on my lap, page 427, the brachial plexus diagram swimming in front of my eyes because I haven’t slept and the words keep rearranging themselves into dollar signs. My phone buzzes on the floor beside me but I don't pick it up knowing it's Mom checking if I’m awake to know if I sent the $80 for Lily’s field trip yet.

Only four words. Phase one completed successfully.

For now. END OF CHAPTER 4

"No way, back off!" "When will this end?" ---End of Chapter Four---

The figure turns to another monitor showing Ava and Liam’s faces and whispers “Welcome to Phase Four.”

“Would you consider a private arrangement?” She blinked. “A what?” He was already pulling a sleek black card from his inner coat pocket. “Come upstairs. One night. You don’t do anything you don’t want. You walk away with four million dollars.” Her heart stuttered. “I—I’m not a—” “I know.” His tone was bored. “Which is why I’m asking you. Not one of them.” He nodded toward the other women at the party. Some of them had already slithered up beside him earlier and been dismissed with a single look. He wasn’t looking for someone experienced. He was looking for her.

The fourth man had his cock out now, rubbing the head against her slick folds. “You want it?” he asked. She didn’t answer. He squeezed her ass. “Answer me.” “Yes!” she cried. “Please.” He shoved in. Hard. “Fuck, she’s tight,” he groaned. “She’s squeezing me like a vice.” The third man held her steady, still fingering her from the front while the fourth fucked her from behind. “She’s close,” he said. “Feel her clenching.” “Cum, baby,” the fourth said. “Make a mess.”