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st of any normal person, yet my gland didn't reject them at all. Beneath that terrifying p

. Around his nape sat a heavy, matte-black steel guard-the k

a polite distance, yet his tall frame ca

ct, my fingers rising to press th

hite revocation receipt crumpled in my left hand,

lit up in my palm with a tex

s I'm the only Omeg

t to power the device off when

yal today," he said. His voice was low, gravelly

s narrowing. "Who are you?

lled out a crumpledregistry form stamped with the exact same

k ink stood his name-Barrett Craft-next to

ed contract in half as casually as if he were discussing t

was no anger in them, only a terrifyingl

another trace of his crisp pine scent across my

ur families," Barrett said, leaning in half an inch so his low

the summer heat had damaged my hearing. A Beta courier walking past us on the sidewalk a

ding my voice and keeping it frosty. "I don't need to ju

rossing his sharp features. "That is precisely why my

r's private lives. We act as a shield against family pressure. Wh

n he threatened to ship me off to that sleazy old Alpha, Victor Beaumont, to secure a loan. I carried my mother's surname, Mon

atal family lost all legal right to arrange her match. A marriage license right now meant I

worse trap?" I asked, squi

, I run a small import-export trading firm. You ar

no flashy logo, but as a jewelry designer, I knew custom Geneva craftsmanship when I saw it. No

nd met his gaze head-on.

the hall doors with an o

"Second, you keep your inhibitor hardware at a basic level and ne

efore smoothing back into calm glass. He extended hi

," he

against his. His skin was scorching hot, wrapping firmly around my cold finger