Loving the Cold-Hearted Alpha Lionel
“Do you really think I’d tell you? She’s where she needs to be, far away from you.”
Ryker growled beside me, ready to pounce, but I held up a hand to stop him.
“This ends now, Victor,” I said, my voice low and threatening. “You’ve played your games, but it’s over. You’re done.”
Victor’s smile faltered, just for a moment, before he stepped back into the shadows.
“Catch me if you can,” he said, his voice echoing as he disappeared.
Ryker and I surged forward, chasing after him. But as we rounded the next corner, another trap activated. Gas filled the hallway, choking and disorienting us.
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