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opening door, the scent of Silas - pine resin and costly tobacco - drifted in. I drew my

match, then the pungent aroma of a lit cigar. "I am bound for the

led my mouth. A Rogue carried the Alpha's he

spoke, his voice

s it, d

incts are keen. I fear she perceive

"Serena is a low-born Omega. She is too

She has begun to demand more... affectio

ling wi

s voice sinking to a whisper. "When she wears

re a laboratory specimen. You do not poss

am. But when sh

knees striking the floor. "You are an instrument. You will not malfunction. You will not touch her beyond

nderstoo

boots receding. The great manor d

one remained out

regained his feet. He pushed

ser, I caught something in his scent - a faint, sterile undertone, like the cold a

eal monster had just walked out the doo