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And do you know what that means?
It means they’re soft.
They got close, but they didn’t finish. They bonded, but they didn’t own. Maybe they couldn’t.
Maybe deep down, instinct held them back, because it knows.
I am the one she’s still waiting for. Even if she doesn’t admit it.
Especiallythen.
Because no matter how much slick she’s drowned in, no matter how many cocks she’s taken, I feel her.
Even now.
Even under layers of Kai’s sweat and Ash’s scent and Theo’s sanctimonious heat-sighs, I feel her reaching., tugging on something that hasn’t even been tied yet.
Me.
She’s calling for me, and she doesn’t even know it.
Which is fine.
Because she will.
And the second I walk through that door - when she sees that I waited, that I endured, that I’m still in control - I’ll show her what a real alpha is.
Not one who begs. Not one who shares.
One who takes. One who claims.
So go ahead, baby. Rest. Catch your breath.
Because the moment I touch you, you’ll know -
You weren’t meant for them.
You were built forme.
No normal bond feels like this. No casual connection slices through distance, cuts through walls, hums under my skin like this.
This isn’t chemistry, and it isn’t heat.
This isfate.
And the second I get my hands on her again, I’m going to make damn sure she knows it.
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I walk the corridor with calm confidence.
Everything in this estate bends to me - doors, walls, security grids, the goddamn scent scrubbers in the vents.
And tonight? So will she.
At some point, they moved her back here. Out of the lounge. Out of the living room where she put on a whole unhinged heat-performance art piece with a full alpha audience.
Back where she should’ve stayed: locked down. Controlled. Monitored.
