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Luke’s heavy footsteps echoed across the hallway as he marched forward, ignoring the call of the valet behind him. His face was comforted with rage, and he looked like he was on the verge of having an aneurysm.
It was a rare sight to see a man stomping through the halls of The Dakota, but Luke was a man on a mission. He hadn’t slept in almost 48 hours, and he was so angry that he felt like he could punch a hole right through someone’s skull.
He made his way up to Alpha Grey’s suite, where he was stopped by two large men just before he knocked the door down.
“Get the f**k out of my way,” he snarled, but neither of them even flinched. They simply stared at him like he had lost his mind, and they towered over him as they blocked his path.
He was about to punch one of them when Alpha
