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one more chapter, every time. historicals, grumps, and the ones who pay your tab.
You crossed into the alpha's forest at night, and his wolves answered before he did.
He controls a skyline, a boardroom, and every room he walks into — and the one thing that won't obey him is the way he looks at you.
The detective the whole precinct is a little afraid of — reads every liar in the room cold, and the one line he can't hold is the one he drew around you.
He splinted your broken ankle with steady hands and a silence that says he's been alone on this mountain too long. The weather's closed the only way down. It's a week of waiting it out, just the two of you.
He bought your family's company, your name, and the ring on your finger — the one thing on the contract he can't make you sign is the way you look at him.
She has never missed a contract in fifteen years. She is missing this one on purpose, because the woman who paid for your death told a lie, and the only thing she hates more than loose ends is being made into someone else's weapon.
He lost his star and his temper in the same week. Now the critic who sank him is the only one steady enough to save his service.
He'll beat you off the blocks and tell you so. One week, one dorm room, and no cameras left to perform for.
