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To save her family and avenge the mate who had hurt her, the fragile Omega signed a one-year marriage contract with a cold, ruthless Alpha. When she inevitably fell in love with him, she discovered she had been nothing more than a pawn in his power games. Heartbroken, she fled—but he locked down the entire city to find her! ===== Earlier that night, I buried the only adoptive parents who ever loved me in the pouring rain. Keal whimpered softly inside me, her grief echoing mine. They had been everything to me-my anchor, my family. And now, because of a cruel twist of fate on the road, they were gone too. I needed Zack now more than ever. My mate – the one the Moon Goddess had chosen for me, claiming me as his forever. I drove to our apartment – the one we'd decorated together. Keal paced anxiously within me, seeking our mate's presence for comfort. When I unlocked the door, the scents hit me immediately. Zack's familiar pine and cedar, but underneath it, something else – something sweet, floral, and distinctly omega. Foreign. Female. My heart plummeted to my stomach. "No," I whispered, but Keal already knew. Keal growled,"Who in it, Let's shift, I'll k**l her!" The sounds coming from our bedroom confirmed my worst fears before I even pushed the door open. "Ha**er, Zack!" the blonde omega's voice shamelessly echoing off the walls of our bedroom. The sound carved through me like claws to the ch**t. The mate bond burned, searing and twisted, every heartbeat a reminder of his betrayal. Zack-my fated mate, the man the Moon Goddess herself had bound me to-was inside another woman. They froze the moment they saw me standing in the doorway, drenched from the storm, my eyes wide with disbelief. "Silvia!" Zack scrambled off the bed, his face blanching before panic flickered in his eyes. "I-what the h**l are you doing back already?" The blonde omega pulled the sheet lazily across her ch**t, not so much embarrassed as irritated, like I had ruined her evening. She arched a brow at me, her lips curling in a smirk that made my stomach turn. "How could you?" I whispered, my voice sounding distant to my own ears. "How could you do this when my parents just died? When I needed you most?" Zack's expression shifted from shock to defensive anger. "Look, it's not what you think. This is just-this is nothing. It's just instinct, Silvia. It means nothing." "Nothing?" I echoed, feeling something crack inside me. "She came onto me," he continued, gesturing dismissively toward the omega who now looked outraged. "Come on, you know how this works. Sometimes we need... variety. But you're my mate. You'll always be my mate when I take over Nightfang Pack." A hot, useless laugh escaped me. "So I'm supposed to swallow this? Let you bring strangers into our b*d? Accept the humiliation-day after day-because you call it 'variety'?" He rolled his eyes, slipping into the patronizing tone I'd come to hate. "Don't be dramatic. If you weren't my destined mate, you wouldn't have any of this - the protection, the status. I can give you more than you'll ever lose." I looked at Zack-really looked at him-and wondered how I'd never seen his true nature before. This entitled, arrogant werewolf who thought being an Alpha's son gave him the right to treat me like this. Inside me, Keal howled with righteous fury. "Silvia, he is not worthy of our love, we must leave him!" I straightened my spine, squared my shoulders. "I, Silvia of Blackwood Pack, hereby reject you, Zack of Nightfang Pack, as my destined mate!" The pain hit instantly-like molten metal poured directly onto my heart. I gasped, clutching my ch**t as the mating bond began to tear. Keal howled in agony within me, the rejection ritual tearing at our very souls. "Silvia, you can't!" Zack's face drained of color as he lunged toward me. "Take it back! You have no idea what you're doing!" I yanked the Red ruby necklace-his claiming gift-from my neck, ignoring how the chain cut into my skin. With trembling fingers, I threw it at his feet. "I know exactly what I'm doing," I managed through gritted teeth. "I'm choosing myself." Turning my back on him felt like wading through quicksand, each movement a struggle against both physical and emotional pain. But Keal and I pushed through, leaving behind his desperate calls. "Silvia!" he shouted after me. "You can't leave me! We're destined!" The door slammed behind me. ... The drive back to my childhood home was hazardous in my condition. Keal had gone silent inside me-a terrifying development. Rejected wolves sometimes went dormant, but I needed her strength now more than ever. "Stay with me, Keal," I whispered, gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. "We'll get through this together." Keal answered weakly from inside me, "I'm fine, don't worry." By the time I reached the Blackwood Pack territory, night had fallen. Our pack home-once bustling with activity when my parents were alive-now stood quiet and imposing against the stormy sky. Only Noah and I remained of what had once been our small but proud pack. The house was dark when I entered, which was unusual. Noah always left a light on for me. "Noah?" I called out, flicking on the hallway light. "I'm home." Silence greeted me, heavy and unnatural. My wolf senses-diminished as they were from the breaking bond-still picked up something wrong. The air smelled of distress and pain. My heart rate accelerated as I noticed a book lying splayed on the floor, a coffee table knocked askew. Signs of a struggle. "Noah!" I shouted, panic rising in my throat as I rushed toward his bedroom. His room was empty. Chapter 2 Silvia: Desperate Measures I sprinted toward Noah's study- and froze. My brother lay collapsed on the floor, his tall frame twisted in agony. His skin was pale, slick with sweat, and his body trembled with violent spasms. "No, no, no!" I dropped to my knees beside him, pressing trembling fingers to his neck. A pulse-faint, erratic-fluttered beneath my touch. "Noah, please! Don't leave me too!" My voice broke. My hands shook so hard I nearly dropped my phone as I called the pack doctor. He was all I had left. My last piece of family. I couldn't lose him too. While I waited for help to arrive, I cradled Noah's head in my lap. His breathing came in shallow, broken gasps. "Stay with me," I whispered, st**king his damp hair back from his forehead. "I can't do this alone. Please." Within minutes, the pack doctor burst in with his team. The room filled with the sterile scent of medicine and fear. They moved fast-checking vitals, inserting IVs, calling out orders. I stayed beside him, numb, useless, terrified. "What's wrong with him?" I asked when one of them paused, tears streaming down my cheeks. The doctor looked at me with grave sympathy. "His heart's in severe distress. Has he experienced any significant trauma recently?" Trauma. The word almost made me laugh. "Our parents just died," I managed hoarsely. "And. his heart's always been weak." The doctor nodded slowly. "I'm sorry. Pack bonds can amplify loss. Sometimes the heart can't take it." They lifted Noah onto a stretcher. I gripped his limp hand, whispering over and over, "Hold on, Noah. I'm right here. I won't leave you." -- The hospital corridor was a sterile nightmare. My pacing had probably worn a path in the linoleum floor as I waited outside the emergency room where they'd taken Noah. The antiseptic smell burned my nostrils, and Keal paced restlessly within me, sensing my distress. "Miss Brown?" A nurse approached, clipboard in hand. "The doctor will speak with you shortly about your brother's condition." I nodded, unable to form words past the lump in my throat. My fingers nervously twisted the sleeve of my rain-soaked sweater. After what felt like hours, a tall doctor with salt-and-pepper hair and tired eyes emerged from the double doors. "Ms. Brown? I'm Dr. Mitchell." He extended his hand. "Would you mind stepping into a private room?" I nodded and followed him into a small consultation office, my heart pounding against my ribs like a war drum. "Your brother has just suffered a major cardiac event," he said, his tone steady but edged with concern. "The external injuries-though concerning-appear to be blunt force trauma, most likely from a fall after he lost consciousness. Given the severity of his heart condition, I strongly recommend emergency surgery." "Is he going to be okay?" I asked, barely recognizing my own voice as it cracked. Dr. Mitchell hesitated. "With immediate surgery, yes, his chances are good. But..." He cleared his throat. "I have to discuss the financial aspects. Without insurance, the procedure costs $58,000." The number hit me like a physical blow. "$58,000?" I whispered. "I don't... I can't possibly..." "I understand this is difficult." His eyes reflected genuine sympathy. "But we need to move forward with treatment within 24 hours. Beyond that, the damage may become irreversible." My mind raced frantically. "What about payment plans? There has to be something-" "The hospital requires at least half the amount upfront to schedule the surgery." Dr. Mitchell handed me some paperwork. "These forms explain your options. Do you have any other pack members who might help?" I shook my head numbly. "No. Just Noah and me now." "I'm truly sorry." He squeezed my shoulder gently. "Call this number when you've made arrangements. But please don't wait too long." After he left, I collapsed into a chair, my body trembling. My fingers hovered over my phone. Zack's name flashed in my mind.He was wealthy-his family owned the massive Nightfang Pack territory and businesses. But the thought of crawling back to him after what he'd done... And worse, the look of humiliation on Noah's face if he learned I'd begged my cheating ex-mate for money... "No," I said aloud. "Never." My gaze drifted to the waiting room television where a business news segment was playing. "What are we going to do?" I whispered to Keal. "We first need to calm down and things will turn around," Keal said. "Alpha Sherman Carter, CEO of Carter Enterprises, has just announced a merger valued at over two billion dollars," the news anchor reported. "This marks the third major acquisition this year for the Nightfang Pack Alpha, solidifying his position as one of the wealthiest werewolves in North America." The camera panned to show a tall, imposing man with piercing blue eyes and golden hair, dressed in an immaculate suit. Alpha Sherman Carter. Zack's half-brother and greatest rival. Memory flashed through my mind-six months ago at the Carter family gala. I'd gone as Zack's mate, uncomfortable in the formal setting among wolves who clearly saw Blackwood Pack members as beneath them. "So you're the little omega who's caught my brother's eye," a deep voice had said behind me while Zack was fetching drinks. I'd lifted my chin, meeting his intense gaze directly. "I am Silvia of Blackwood Pack, yes." A smile tugged at his lips, sharp and knowing. "Sherman Carter. Alpha of Nightfang Pack. Tell me, how does an omega from a fading pack ensnare an Alpha heir? Even one as. unremarkable as my dear brother?" The insult to both me and Zack had stung. "The Moon Goddess chooses our mates, not social status or wealth." He'd laughed then, the sound both beautiful and dangerous. "The Moon Goddess has an interesting sense of humor, then." His eyes had traveled over me in a way that made my skin heat uncomfortably. "Though I can see the appeal. You have spirit, little wolf." "I'm not interested in your approval," I'd replied coldly. "No? But perhaps you're interested in something else?" He'd moved closer, his scent-A rich r*m flavor-enveloping me. "My brother could never satisfy a wolf like you. When you tire of being his pretty little ornament-come to me. My door is always open." I'd stepped back, disgust evident in my expression. "I would never betray my mate." "Not even for someone who could give you everything he can't?"Alpha Sherman had challenged, his eyes flashing with something primal and possessive. "Think about it, little wolf. You deserve better than playing second fiddle to every omega that catches his eye." I'd walked away, disgusted by his arrogance and dismissing him as just another rich playboy. But now, watching his face on the TV, something inside me shifted. Power. Wealth. And a hatred for Zack that ran deeper than bl**d. "He could help us," Keal whispered. The thought was madness. Dangerous. And yet-completely logical. I stood slowly, my reflection staring back from the dark window: a drenched, exhausted omega who had lost everything. Money was the means. Power was the shield. And one man held both. I had no choice anymore. I had to find Alpha Sherman Carter. Chapter 3 Silvia: A Deal With The Devil The city was still ghostly when I stepped out of the hospital. Cold dawn seeped beneath my skin. I pulled my black coat tighter, trying to guard the fragile composure I had left. Every step toward the Nightfang Pack's world was a step away from everything that had once been simple and safe. Finding Carter Enterprises wasn't hard. Everyone in Blackwood Pack and beyond knew those blue-glass towers marked Sherman Carter's domain-a monument to an Alpha's arrogance and power. Still, as I passed through the shimmering glass doors in my wrinkled dress and rain-specked shoes, a part of me quaked. What was I really about to do? At the marble reception desk, a sharply dressed woman immediately rose. She gave me a look somewhere between surprise and recognition. "Miss Brown?" she asked, almost too polite. "Alpha Sherman Carter asked to be notified should you arrive. He's waiting for you on the 27th floor." I stared, numb, as she handed me a glossy keycard. Had he expected me? Or-worse-had he always been watching? With no choice, I took the silent elevator up.Every new floor seemed to heighten my tension, my pulse roaring in my ears. The doors glided open onto the 27th floor-quiet, understated luxury in soft grey and blue, smelling faintly of r*m. At floor twenty-seven, the doors whisked open to reveal a spacious foyer, where Alpha Sherman's Beta, Felix, smiled coolly and ushered me into the Alpha's lair. Alpha Sherman Carter was right behind his desk-flawless in his tailored shirt, golden hair tousled just enough to look artfully effortless His eyes pinned me instantly, glacial blue and midnight. It was as if he'd been waiting specifically for me all night. "Silvia." My name rolled off his tongue smooth as wh**key. He gestured to a leather chair across from him. "Please. Sit." For just a second, I hovered, drawn between the urge to bolt and the impossible need for his help. Finally, I slid into the chair. Alpha Sherman pushed a delicate cup across the table to me-sweet tea, just the way I liked it-and set a thin slice of Victoria sponge cake before me, light as spun sugar. Vivaldi's Spring played quietly from invisible speakers, so peaceful it almost made me suspicious. I blinked, thrown off by the details. "Did Zack tell you that?" A twist of a smile-almost cruel-tugged at his mouth. "He talks more than he should, about things he ought to protect better." There was a loaded silence. For a heartbeat, I almost asked him what exactly he knew-about Zack, about everything. But I forced myself back to reality. "You know why I'm here, don't you?" His eyes flickered to mine, sharp and unreadable. "I guessed." His voice was even. "You need something. Money for the surgery. You think I'll give it to you, because you have nothing left to lose and I hate Zack even more than you do." "Did you know he was cheating on me?" My words came out colder than I intended. "Did you laugh?" He didn't look away. "I warned you, Silvia. My brother is a spoiled f**l." I straightened in my seat, pulse hammering. My wolf, Keal, was wary-restless. We could both sense that only ruthless honesty would cut through this. "Let's not pretend, then," I said quietly, breath barely steady. "I can't pay for Noah's surgery. I will do whatever it takes to save my family. I know your dilemma, we can make a deal." His lips twitched, but his eyes never left mine. "A deal? What exactly do you have in mind, little wolf?" My heart was pounding so loud I could barely hear anything else. All I could see was my brother Noah, hooked up to those machines, so pale. I had to do this. For him. I took a shaky breath, trying to sound way calmer than I felt. "As an Alpha, you don't have long to go on your bachelor vacation." I spoke, my gaze looking straight into those bottomless blue eyes, not daring to divulge a hint of cowardice, "The new rules of the Council of Elders ...... I can help you. Marry you, play your Luna, help you stabilize the situation. And you, just need to give me a sum of money to save my brother." For a second, Alpha Sherman just stared. Then this cold, mocking smile spread across his face. He stood up, and d**n, he was tall. "You?" he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "What makes you think you're the one? I could have any she-wolf I want. They'd be falling over themselves to be with me." My stomach dropped, but I pushed back. I forced a shrug, like it was no big deal. "Yeah, maybe. But here's the thing: I won't fall in love with you. When this is over, I'm gone. Plus, let's be real-it would really piss your brother Zack off. Isn't that what you really want? " Something flashed in his eyes-anger, maybe, or just surprise. He didn't say anything. Crap. Was that not enough? I was running out of options. I turned like I was about to leave and dropped my last card, the risky one. "You know what? Forget it. I'm sure someone else will help me. Maybe your father-I hear he likes helping young women." That got him. "Don't you dare." His hand shot out and grabbed my wrist-hard. He pulled me close, so suddenly I almost lost my balance. His face was right in mine, his blue eyes blazing. "Alright, Silvia Brown," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "You got what you wanted." His thumb rubbed rough circles on my wrist, sending a weird shiver through me even though his grip was tight. "But just remember," he said, locking eyes with me. "From now on, I make the rules." And just like that, I knew-I'd made a deal with the devil to save my brother. Chapter 4 Silvia: The Alpha's Terms Alpha Sherman's expression softened-just a little. But the tension between us was thick, like ice that could crack with a single wrong word. His eyes were locked on me-not just scanning my body, but reading something deeper. Something raw. "I have to admit," he said finally, his deep voice low and measured, "you've got guts. Not many people would dare pitch a deal like that to an Alpha." His thumb was still casually drawing slow circles on my wrist, sending a chill up my spine that I hated how much I felt. "But courage is cheap," he added, eyes narrowing. "Tell me-what else do you have that a hundred other she-wolves don't?" I swallowed hard, my wolf Keal growling protectively inside me. This was the moment of truth. "I can give you exactly what you need," I said, keeping my voice firm. "And if you've got more conditions, just say it." Something flickered in his gaze-something dark. Maybe interest. Maybe something more primal. "I like your honesty," he said, voice dropping a notch. "That's rare. So what I want. is obedience. In every way. " His voice dropped, roughened. His hand dropped from my wrist, but he stepped in closer, towering over me. "Including between the sh**ts." His scent-woodsy, strong, spiced with r*m-hit me like a wave. I lifted my chin, forcing myself to stand my ground. "Let's get one thing straight," I said, my voice low but clear. "This deal we're making-it's a public arrangement. Nothing more." He tilted his head. I could tell he wasn't used to hearing NO. A slow, dangerous smile spread across his lips. "If you want my name, Silvia," he said, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper, "you take everything that comes with it." His meaning couldn't have been clearer. "No," I shook my head sharply. "That wasn't part of the deal. I'll marry you for one year - on paper only." Alpha Sherman's laugh was cold. "Did you really think I'd agree to a se**ess arrangement? You're offering me a business transaction, so let's be clear about the terms. You want my money, my protection, my name. I want a wife who performs all wifely duties." My face burned. "I can't. It would complicate things." "How so?" His eyes narrowed. I looked away. "Because feelings might develop. And that's not what this is about." "Afraid you'll fall for me?" His tone was mocking. "No," I said. "I'm afraid you'll develop expectations I can't meet when this ends." Alpha Sherman moved closer, his fingers tracing a line from my jaw to my collarbone. I tried not to shiver. "Here's what I can offer you," he said, his voice like velvet wrapped around steel. "I'll make sure Zack crawls on his knees. I'll have the world's finest cardiac surgeon fly in for your brother's operation. You'll never have to worry about money again - you can pursue your music, finish your studies, do whatever you de**re." He paused, his gaze intensifying. "But what you can offer me is far too little. I could form a pact with any she-wolf and indulge in ca**al pleasure. You're merely a fun bargaining chip for my revenge against my brother. I don't want a Luna who's just for show." My heart hammered in my ch**t. Everything I needed - Noah's life, revenge against Zack, financial security to pursue my dreams - all within reach, but at what cost? "You're asking me to pr**titute myself," I whispered, even as Keal whined in conflict inside me. "I'm asking you to be my mate in every sense of the word," he corrected smoothly. "The choice is yours." I closed my eyes briefly. Noah's pale face in that hospital bed flashed through my mind. My brother, who had always protected me, who needed me now. "Fine," I finally said, my voice stronger than I felt. "But if you go back on any of your promises, I will ruin you, Alpha or not." Alpha Sherman's laugh was genuine this time, almost warm. "You can certainly try, little wolf." He checked his watch like he owned time itself. "We leave now. My chaplain will have us married by sunset." My stomach dropped. Now? Panic fluttered behind my ribs. "I can't-not yet. Noah needs me at the hospital. And I have to file a leave from university, quit my job-" Alpha Sherman studied me, his icy blue gaze lingering as though I were a puzzle he'd only just decided was worth solving. There was something in his expression-not quite respect, but something close to anger. Then his eyes darkened, as if remembering something unspoken. Noah. Alpha Sherman knew more than he let on-I could feel it. The way his jaw tightened slightly at the mention of my brother's name. "Your brother comes first," he said, and for the first time, his voice held something almost resembling softness. "That's. admirable." Before I could process what felt like a moment of genuine acknowledgment, he'd pulled out his phone. My breath caught as he dialed, his eyes never leaving mine. "This is Alpha Sherman Carter," he said, cool and commanding. "Prepare an OR immediately. Bypass surgery. Patient's name is Noah Brown." My heart stuttered. He's doing it. Just like that. "Yes, today. Within the hour. VIP treatment-private suite, dedicated staff, whatever he needs." A pause. Then, his voice lowered, deliberate and clear. "My relation?" He held my gaze, unwavering. "He's my brother." The world tilted. My brother. Shock rendered me silent, my thoughts spinning. Why would he say that? Was it protection? Or possession? He ended the call, a faint, knowing smile playing on his lips. "How did you-" I started, my voice thin, disbelieving. "I'm an your Alpha, Silvia," he said smoothly, as though that explained everything. And perhaps it did. He guided me toward the door, his hand resting firmly against the small of my back. Chapter 5 Silvia: See You Tonight I followed Alpha Sherman out of his office, my mind racing with everything that had just happened. Was I really ready to be his wife, his lover? The weight of my decision pressed down on me like a physical force. As we stepped into the elevator, I found my voice. "You don't need to come to the hospital with me," I said quietly. "Someone of your... position would draw too much attention." Alpha Sherman pressed the lobby button and leaned against the elevator wall, studying me. "Family comes first, Silvia. That's something my mother always insisted upon." The mention of his mother caught me off guard. Everyone in the werewolf community knew about the Carter family scandal-how Alpha Rooney Carter had flaunted multiple af**irs while his devoted Luna wasted away from illness. "Your mother sounds like she was a remarkable woman," I offered cautiously. His blue eyes flickered with something unreadable. "She was. And I've always tried to honor her teachings-even with a pretend wife." The elevator doors opened, and we stepped into the marble lobby of the Carter Industries building. Wolves from every department paused to watch us pass, their curious gazes making my skin prickle. "Though I should warn you," Alpha Sherman added with unexpected self-deprecation, "I'm not exactly what most would consider good husband material." Despite everything, I found myself smiling. "No one would ever picture you as a good husband. Getting rid of traitors who betrayed the wolf pack in the dungeon better fits our image of you." "Do you think I'm a brutal, bl**dthirsty ba**ard?" He raised his eyebrows, guiding me toward the parking garage with a light touch at my lower back. "Maybe we should pick a nice omega to sl**p with after the fight ends." I dodged his touch and turned to meet his gaze. "Your reputation in the entertainment sector isn't better than your brother's, Alpha." "I hope those she-wolves' comments satisfy you." He leaned down toward my face, his low voice brushing past my ear, sending a tingling sensation through my spine. Oh my God, what a shameless demon. "Well, our relationship is just a contract. So it doesn't really matter to me," I reminded him, trying to ignore his actions. "And it's only for a year." Alpha Sherman's gaze lingered on me for a moment too long, something calculating in his expression. "Right," he finally murmured. "Only a year." ... At the hospital, Alpha Sherman's influence transformed everything. The moment we arrived, a team of medical professionals descended, whisking Noah away for immediate pre-op preparation. The astronomical medical bills that had been haunting me disappeared with a single swipe of Alpha Sherman's black credit card. "The surgeon will be arriving within the hour," a wolf in medical scrubs informed me, his respect for Alpha Sherman evident in his deferential posture. "We'll do everything possible for your brother, Miss Brown." Relief washed through me, so powerful I had to grip the edge of the reception desk to keep from swaying. Noah would get the care he needed. He wouldn't die because I couldn't afford to save him. But as quickly as relief came, grief followed. The antiseptic smell of the hospital, the beeping monitors, the hushed voices-it all brought back memories of days ago, when I'd stood in a similar hospital, watching as the doctors failed to save my adoptive parents after the car crash. I sank into a waiting room chair, suddenly overwhelmed. I'd been an orphan twice now-first as a baby, then when the Browns died. If Noah didn't make it through surgery, I would truly be alone in the world. "He's going to be fine," Alpha Sherman's deep voice came from beside me as he took the seat next to mine. I hadn't even noticed him approach. "The surgeon I've called in has performed this procedure hundreds of times." I nodded, fighting back tears. "I should sign that papers tonight," I whispered. "We can do the actual ceremony later, but I want to make sure everything's official before..." I couldn't finish the thought. "That's fine," Alpha Sherman agreed, his tone softer than I'd heard it before. "My lawyer can bring the contracts to you here." I took a deep breath, trying to regain my composure. "You should go. I could to handle things by myself." I paused. "I don't want to seem ungrateful, but I still have other debts that need taking care of." Alpha Sherman frowned. "Once we're married, your debts become mine." I shook my head. "Some things aren't that simple." I was thinking of the high-interest loan that had led my parents to take that late-night drive in the first place-a desperate attempt to secure emergency funds that had cost them their lives. It wasn't just money; it was guilt I carried. "I'll send a car for you at seven," Alpha Sherman said after a moment, rising to his feet. "We'll finalize everything tonight." Before he left, his hand suddenly closed around my wrist, turning my palm upward. My breath caught as his fingers found the promise ring Zack had given me months ago. With deliberate slowness, Alpha Sherman slid it off my finger. "You won't be needing this anymore," he said, a mocking edge to his voice. In one swift, dominating move, he pinned my hand against the wall, fingers locking tight between his. My back hit the cold surface hard, and his body pressed flush against mine-all heat, muscle, and intent. Keal let out a shaky, confused whine. F**king traitor. Alpha Sherman didn't hesitate. He dropped his head to my neck, breath scorching my skin right where my pulse hammered like I was already his. I ga**ed. Couldn't help it. My body arched into his like some cheap f**king offering... He didn't stop there. His mouth moved up, crashing against mine. He tasted me like I was his to claim. And f**k, I melted. My knees went weak. When he finally pulled back, his eyes were pitch-f**king-black with hunger. He leaned in, mouth brushing my ear, voice nothing but a gravelly growl that went straight to my core. "See you tonight, Silvia." Then he was gone. Just like that. 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