vibrating on his wrist. He glanced at the caller ID-
disbelief, called out from behind. He jogged to catch up, planting
l and dismissive. "A system error," he said, thr
it wasn't a system error, but he had no othe
f dismissal that cut Blake off mid-sentence. He accepted the call. A hol
ge. "Ansel! Where are you? I've sent you a
Ansel replied, h
and Matchmaking Bureau now! Immediately!" Hillard roare
s the truth. The Matchmaking Bureau. Of course. Ansel knew his own match was hopeless, so he staged this incredible perf
f superiority. His gaze on Ansel sof
id quietly to the empty air
alse concern. "Don't worry. Even if the match fails, it's n
us: Once every respectable Alpha rejec
sect. Outwardly, his expression remained composed. Inwardly, he had only one thought: What the h
lling laugh escaped his lips. "I'll keep that in
continued down the corridor
in that look and the single, dismissiv
contact list and selected "Blake Tucker." Beneath the name sat a string of older unread message
od in the gree
er to
ying hard to get only m
, isn't it? Don't worry. If n
persistent harassment for courtship. After what had happened inside the training center
wiped across
ontact "Blake Tucker"
firm" without a
u're amazing! That beautiful little Omega actually came looking for you," Cody said, his voice full o
the earlier unease. "Of course,"
message, ready to gloat. But the message failed to se
been
led up to the curb outside. Ansel opened the door and slipped inside without sparing him a glance. The vehicle rose
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