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“No,” her ragged whisper tears my chest.
Before I can ask or purr or figure out what’s wrong, she slams the door.
The thunk echoes in sudden, empty silence.
Her stormy exit wafts one last breath of cake and lemon that yanks my heart and stirs my knot.
My teeth ache and my blood froths. “That’s our mate.”
The reaction’s too wild to be anything else.
“Yeah? Why’s she not think the same?” Bishop pierces the door with eyes as joy-crazed as the day Senior landed twenty to life. But the expression breaks with his voice. “Fuck. Did she just…?”
“Reject us.” I haven’t felt this helpless since Kairo’s enforcers pinned me down to tat my hands.
“Can she do that?”
We didn’t give her a reason to say yes, but we didn’t give her a reason to say no.
Unless she recognized us.
The bastard brother of the fiancé she despises, and the heir of the fallen hotel magnate.
“Not for long.” I swallow bitterness and a growl.
I’ve given everything to Jericho.
Blood, sweat, and years of my life.
He can’t have my meant-to-be-mate.
Jericho doesn’t want her. He wants Serafina’s stake in the Redfang Cartel.
If not for private security—and the invisible cord binding me to the girl behind that door—I’d already be on the way to make his coma permanent.
While Bish and I try to reel back our souls, Serafina’s guards close ranks, blocking the path to our future.
“You wanna walk away, or you wanna take the shortcut down the laundry chute?” The head guard growls with paper dominance.
Before I can waste the asshole, Bishop recovers, straightening his tie. “Gentlemen. I came to extend greetings to a treasured guest of my hotel. This is my associate, Mr. Moon.”
My father’s last name is the magic word.
These toy soldiers won’t play with the Triad.
The leader holsters his shit and finally speaks with some respect. “Make an appointment with the boss. Our princess doesn’t meet with unapproved alphas.”
“Of course. We’ll give Old Nik a ring. Have a wonderful stay.” Bishop drags my elbow.
A rubber band stretches, painful tension forcing out a growl so deep it shakes the building.
Wrong way. Need to go back. To her.
But I let Bish take the lead.
I’m not thinking clear-headed.
Maybe never will again.
