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Chapter 3

Word Count: 1284    |    Released on: Today at 18:47

dn't even

o the warm, dry leather interior of the Aston Martin. The

with an obnoxiou

p a massive spray of dirty street water directly onto Alston's legs. The sports car sho

mpletely still

ter that now soaked him from the knees down. The

his feet, his hands shaking as he tried to wipe the thick, gritty mud of

d behind his eyes, but he dug his thumbnails into

oing to cry

ass doors of the Marks T

out onto the

t him. It carried the freezing rain, th

cham

om, the scent was a thousand times more potent. It was pure,

almost entirely black. His chest expanded

was

by the puddle. The Omega looked like a bro

as he walked down the steps. He didn't care about the rain ruining his suit. H

scent wrapped tighter around his brai

e heavy footste

hought Mitch the security guard had come

fingers gripped the handle of his che

apology already f

died in

ght into a wall

looked up and found himself staring

but he didn't seem to notice the cold. His eyes were a terrifying shade of dar

hat was terrifying. It was the

on Alston's shoulders. It was an involuntary release of pheromo

gnized the apex predator instantly. He took anot

xactly one foot

he raindrops clinging to Alston's eyelashes. He saw

ust lean forward and bite the skin right over Alston's pulse point. He just stood

ammered, his voice tremblin

ust of wind rippe

loud snap, the metal frame inverted. The umbrella was ri

his eyes shut and hunched his shoulders,

n never

shadow fel

opened

ck umbrella was held

he veins on the back of his hand stood out in thick cords. He was gripping the metal so hard his knuckles were white. He was usi

at the man, compl

wder wrapped around him, war

n Hayden's mate

was being dragged over broken glass. The suppressed mad

ard. He looked dow

all, bitter nod, confirming the ident

lash of pure, murderous jea

sive piece of garbage. Braydon didn't even know what he had. Br

reast pocket of his suit

folded, pure s

lston's face, where a streak of dir

uickly to take the fabric, not wanting

chief back just an inch,

h closer. He pressed the soft silk

ked in a s

n's knuckles through the thin silk. The touch was incredibly gen

's skin. His golden eyes tracked the movemen

's body. The physical proximity was to

ead back, break

on choked out, hi

d practically ran toward a yellow cab that had j

n't move t

watching Alston scramble into the back of the cab

e was gripping the silk handkerch

lk to his face and pres

ed with the scent o

led deeply. A slow, dark smile

ng to drag the Omega into the shad

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