*Alpha blood.*
He had spent years hiding Meriem’s existence, keeping her locked away, maintaining the
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fiction that she was dead. He had done everything in his power to control her, to break her, to force her to surrender the assets that rightfully belonged to him.
And now, when he was so close to achieving his goal, some unknown Alpha had dared to stand in his way.
Calin poured himself a glass of bourbon, his hand shaking slightly.
He took a sip, then another, the burn of the alcohol doing nothing to calm his nerves.
“Fuck!,” he muttered.
He threw the glass against the wall.
It shattered into a thousand pieces, the bourbon dripping down the paneling like blood.
Calin stood in the center of his office, his chest heaving, his fists clenched.
He would find this lone Alpha.
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