32-BATHROOM RUN
The Magnus Meeting had ended an hour ago, and my body still hadn’t caught up. I sat at the long conference table afterward, posture perfect, hands folded neatly over my notebook, replaying the way Trenton had handled the room. The way he hadn’t raised his voice once. The way the other Alpha, who was bigger, louder, posturing, had tried to push, to dominate the space with sheer presence. And the way Trenton had shut him down with nothing more than a look. No growling. No threatening. Just certainty. It had been… devastating to my sense of sanity. I’d watched him lean back in his chair, one arm draped casually over the side, eyes cold and unreadable as he dismantled the argument piece by piece. Every word was precise. Every pause was intentional. He’d let the other Alpha talk himself into a
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