His Company, My Territory

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didn't need to. Just froze everything around him with one stare and a

past the main ballroom, lined with glass panels and soft gold

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rying to figure out?

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u didn't bow your head. You didn't ask que

. They stood close. Her back to the

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superiority complex and control issues so bad

d. It was sof

the bond,

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ined it. What my skin tastes like. What I sound like when I come. Y

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us games," he sai

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off, leaving him

eel like a zoo exhibit: everyone watching the wild gir

hiskey, a few retired alphas smoking cigar

eather seat at th

r moments later

't punch him. Or

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s voice dropped.

ray suit-his second-in-command, Lucas Vane. Sharp cheekbones.

closely, her busine

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as her mate a

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ack to Shayla. "

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ace. His name. His company.

eyebrow. "You s

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