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Chapter 4 No.4

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ounce of my restraint not to chase Marcus Thorne down the hallway and rip his throat out. He had

in my head, a taunt

terrified eyes and that trembling mouth-I would lose the fragile grip I had on my c

on the incompetence that

her face a mask of crumbling plaste

ce low but carrying the

pha Madden, I... I d

len

r, the employees in the open-plan office parting like the Red Sea. They

topping inches from her. "You failed to vet the client. You failed to se

whimpered, sweat be

ss sound. "You gambled with my asset

Spears is hereby stripped of her title. You are demoted to Junior Assistant in A

stormed toward the elevators, forcing myself not to gl

my office fel

me. It clung to my clothes, my skin, my very soul. I tried to foc

of irritation pierced

r-vibrated with a foreign presence. It was faint, muffled by the distance a

e pre

o her mind, famili

d, pacing aggressively in

nection. It was intimate. Comfortable. She was opening her mind to a

ice came through, hesitant. "You asked for

" I gri

She has a reservation at T

hr

woman in the lobby. The man..

, ink exploding over m

round my city, eating at my restaurants, mockin

tanding up. The chair flew

money. The maître d' froze when he saw me, his face draining

a secluded boo

oked beautiful, which only fueled my rage. But it was

he one who had touched her arm. Th

g next to him-a woman with long dark hair, similar to Emery's. He pulled her

? She was

epravity was normal. Was this what she was? A woman with no morals?

had almost killed an Alpha today to protect

executioner approaching the scaffold. The air in the restaurant gre

eir table. My shadow fell o

her lips. Her eyes widened in shock, and for a

e squeaked, her

ve her wasn't just her boss, but the husband she had betra

sure she regretted eve

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