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n empty future. The first thing I did was book a one-way ticket to Australia. An anthropology research position at a university in Melbourne-an offer I'd rece

e, felt like trespassing. The air was thick with her scent-wild

us furs draped over chairs, the glittering jewelry left on the nightstand, the dozens of framed photo

arge, stone-lined incinerator at the edge of the property, used for disposing of s

r pulled up the long driveway. Seraphina emerged from the passenger side, her ar

smoke. Her eyes, the color of warm whiskey, turned

he asked, her voice laced with

mber me, remember? These are just the belongings of a stranger

sk of confusion. "Oh. Right. I... thank you." She tightened her grip on the Omega's arm.

est, trying to look im

aphina said, the words me

I had renounced the title, were still sharp. I could smell the lie on her, the faint sc

d. "I see. I w

conversation over. I had

, wa

ant look on his face. "You're the famous Alpha Kaelen, right

ying into a hurricane. My natural mental shields, honed by years of Alpha-level training, slammed down a

n," I said, my voic

's my number. You know, in case you want to see what a real man can do for your ex. Sera and I are abou

it. My inner wolf snarled, demanding blood, but I fo

y fingers and walked away