The Supreme Alpha’s Hybrid Mate
All I care about is getting to her.
When I finally pull up to the gates of the D.S.I.R., my car screeches to a stop. The guards, dressed in their military uniforms, step forward, prepared to stop me, but when they see my face, they falter. One of them steps forward, his hand raised in a gesture of recognition.
"Supreme Alpha Lorenzo," he stammers, eyes wide with surprise. "You’re not expected, but…"
I don’t let him finish. “Open the gate,” I command, my voice hard. “Now.”
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