Chapter One: The Alpha in Manhattan
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Jeremiah DeCosta didn’t wait for permission to own the night. He owned his life and all the power that came with it and his name.
From the glass tower of DeCosta Technologies, his billion-dollar empire hummed with life. Screens glowed, servers whispered, and his employees scurried through hallways as if powered by his very presence. He was tall, commanding, with skin the shade of rich chocolate and eyes sharp enough to slice through steel. Power radiated from him—not just from his wealth or the fact that the DeCosta family name was whispered with awe from London to New York—but because beneath his tailored Armani suits, beneath the polish and control, lay the beast. A beast no one was ready for and he hoped he would never have to release.
An Alpha Lycan. The strongest of his kind.
He could shift at will, every muscle bending to his command, every primal urge leashed beneath a disciplined exterior.
But even power came with burdens. Jeremiah had lived a lifetime of indulgence, and yet, lately, something gnawed at him. His wealth meant nothing without someone to share it with. The city worshipped him, women threw themselves at him, yet he had never felt…tethered.
That was about to change.
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