Sold to the Shadows: The Alpha King's Forbidden Omega

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nauseating mix of ch

arren Stone's cigar and the sound

rist, the grip tight enough to fee

y as his slicked-back hair. "Stick with me tonight, a

hered into my ear, a sickening reminder of how my own father and fiancé h

ody pitched forward. I slammed gracelessly a

king out the light, casting me in his shad

s away, the door to a presidential suite was ajar, a dar

shot out, grabbing a heavy brass vase from a deco

ening. I tore myself free, scrambling to

or what new danger I might face. Anything

darted inside like a startled rabbit,

ud of fists against the d

rt hammering against my ribs as I gasped for air.

n into a complet

line through the floor-to-ceiling windows cast a faint

est after a rainstorm, mingled with the faint aroma of

e you lo

ss. It wasn't loud, but it held an undeniable

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tall figure sat in an armchair, his legs

illuminating a sharp jawline and thin, pressed l

l his gaze on me, a physical weight that made my

ling as I apologized. "I'm so sorry, sir.

he handle, a commotion erupted outside.That was Warren Ston

ation. "Please, sir, there's a man outside,he's after me. Could you j

hy would I do that? You broke into my room. That's no

He was right. I ha

heart racing. But when he stopped in front of me, his expression changed. The mocking indifference faded, replaced

one I always wore. His fingers traced it, and his gaze softened. For a long second, he said nothi

th the hotel manager. "Manager, I don't

y body starting to tr

face. Then, he reached ou

wrapped around my waist, his other hand gently tilting my chin up. His

orry, I'

cted at the door. "Manager, my companion and I are in the mi

my waist a pos

ispers, a nervous cough, the shuffle o

one: "Is this how your hotel handles its guests? Interrupting a couple's private moments? He's my man, and I will not tolerate

er, I heard the manager's flustered apologies and

red on my waist. I looked up at him, my heart pounding

ank you," I whispered. "I

s. He said simply. "Calvin Sinclair. And you?" I told him my

eap necklace at my throat. A flicker of recognition, or something

berate smile, and his voi

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