The ride away from the destroyed warehouse was suffocatingly quiet.After the violent standoff, neither Alexander nor Damian was willing to yield. In the end, a tense, temporary truce was forced upon them: I refused to get into either of their personal vehicles alone. The compromise was a heavily armored, black SUV driven by Marcus—Alexander’s trusted right-hand man—while Damian’s motorcade followed closely behind, like a pack of wolves keeping eyes on their alpha’s prize.I sat in the backseat, clutching a dark blanket around my trembling shoulders. My wrists were raw and bruised from the iron cuffs, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the storm brewing inside my head."Drink this," a low, smooth voice commanded.I looked up. Alexander was sitting across from me, his long legs crossed, looking impeccably composed despite the blood that had been spilled just minutes ago. He held out a crystal glass filled with amber liquid."I don't want it," I whispered, my voice barely wor
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