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But no matter how rich and dominant, underworld alphas are alphas, and they see what I want them to see—a shy gesture of submission.

Testosterone-soaked chuckles bleed through the smoke.

Laugh now.

You’ll never guess what comes next.

“Meet my precious Serafina,” Nikolaj says with zero sincerity. “She’s been trained to serve and obey. The pack with the most generous offer can bite her tonight.”

“What if we don’t wish to mate?” the Kitagawa packleader asks. His expensive suit sleeves are rolled high enough to flaunt his yakuza tattoos.

“Is your sincerity so shallow? If you want the cartel, take her throat. After that…” My father’s cold, help-yourself wave hooks behind my belly button.

When my brothers put me up for auction, I wanted to die of shame.

This lounge is nothing like that stage—with a few elite alphas instead of an arena of bottom-feeders—but it’s the same old shit squeezed into fancier casing.

What’s different is, I’m not ashamed.

I’m freaking pissed.

My muscles scream. Let go of the rope!

When I grip my dress, shaking from holding back, the alphas see what they expect.

A helpless little girl, trembling.

“Give us a taste, Omega.” The greasy Bourg packleader with the ten-o’clock shadow pats his thighs to summon me.

I don’t move.

I count.

Seventeen bidding alphas.

Twenty enforcers standing guard.

One smug kingpin who lights a cigar and leans back to watch the fireworks, plus one poor beta in a pantsuit who took a job planning the wrong party.

That’s thirty-nine bodies.

One-on-one, I’m lethal.

A handful of alphas are easy as ice cream cake.

After ten guys, physics put me to work. Bullets can fly faster than my pheromones, and in smoke this thick, I may as well be attacking underwater.

When I let go, it can only be for the killing blow.

Ten is the magic number. Fifteen if I’m absolutely desperate.

I swallow hard, holstering the rolling boil of rage.

Nikolaj waves permission. As if I asked. “Show the Bourgs how well you’re trained.”

My mask strains, teeth and control cracking.

I do not sit in laps.

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