The Alpha’s Forbidden Coyote Mate
The faint hum of machinery fills the cavernous space, blending with the sterile scent of polished chrome.
My eyes roam the collection—Rolls Royce Ghost, vintage Mercedes roadster, Ferrari 458 Italia, and the newest Lamborghini Aventador. Candy‑apple red, all‑wheel drive, gleaming like temptation.
“Sweet ride, isn’t it? My favorite.”
Startled, I spin to find Edison watching me. His stare is too intent, predatory. Phantom would break his jaw if he saw it.
“Phantom wants me to drive you to his big surprise. Vahlia’s throwing one of her fits, and he’s the only one who can shut her down. Let’s go.”
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