I was never truly alone anymore.
Not with Justin’s monitors feeding live data into my wristband. Not with security cameras tracking every corridor. Not with Lady Seraphine Voss and Lord Darius Kane both watching my every move from their respective shadows.
Always watched.
The weight of it pressed against the widening fracture in my chest as I prepared for the private meeting.
I stood in my dressing room, changing from blood-stained surgical scrubs into a crisp white physician’s coat that hugged my figure with deliberate severity. The fabric was tailored tighter than usual — a subtle weapon. Let them see the omega who had brought the Supreme Alpha to his knees.
My wristband vibrated.
Justin’s vitals: heart rate elevated, cortisol spiking, arousal levels critical. He was still strapped
