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Chapter 8

Word Count: 750    |    Released on: 29/06/2026

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The sound was unnaturally loud

ecti

enomous hiss, to

ide me shatte

in its path. With a guttural roar, I swept my arm across the desk. Papers, the crystal whiskey glass,

imply turned and walked away, instructing the

trapped animal, the shards of

n't jus

find another m

d. To formally, legally, and ir

of me as a male, as her Alpha, as the one

ked her, and she'd surely done the same to me. "Alfred!" I roared. The old man appeared at the door instantly, his own phone already out. I lung

a P

ing a towel around myself, when my phone be

lit up th

fr

. Why was the butler callin

phone against the wall. But a cold, terrifying pr

haky breath, I s

le

er end. Heavy, ragged, and deeply unsettling. It w

my throat dry

never heard before. It was low, raspy, and stripp

e are

demand for my location, a comma

ran cold.

e got you. I clung to them like a pr

cuments I sent make everything clear.

ound of madness and fury. "Clear? No, Kyla. Nothing is

his Alpha command, a force that struck me even over

as it was, made me susceptible to that

ing of Caleb's hand on my shoulder, the taste of one

hone tighter, m

ord an act of war. "

he civilized world. "My lawyer will contact y

of pure derision. "You don't need

washed over me. I couldn

othing mo

r another word, another

down the wall, gasping for air as if I'd just

ainty, that I had just signed

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