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Sitting in front of my shady therapist, I felt the weight of words pressing against my throat, waiting to be spoken. The dim light in the room cast long shadows across the walls, the faint hum of the overhead fan doing little to ease the tension. Maddox was leaning back in his chair, his posture casual but his eyes sharp, calculating. Despite the faint smile playing on his lips, there was something about him that felt… predatory, as if he thrived on peeling back layers to uncover what lay hidden beneath.
This week had been strange. I had tried to find the three alphas, but they were avoiding me—I was sure of it. Could I have called them? Yes, but I hadn’t. Not because I couldn’t, but because I didn’t know if I wanted to. On Friday, wh
