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I step into the grand room, and the air shifts immediately. My boots echo against the marble floor with each step I take, a slow, deliberate rhythm that commands attention. Yes. All eyes are on me.
At the long table, they’re all waiting for me. Deon Garamond sits at the head, his presence unmistakable — broad-shouldered, dressed in a dark suit that does little to hide the predator beneath. His calculating eyes lock onto me with an unsettling mixture of amusement and suspicion, his lips curling into a smug smirk as if he’s already won.
To Deon’s right sits Kristopher. Back in high school, he was just some desperate, talentless kid who hung around us for clout, but now after his father’s retirement, he is the Alpha of the North Wind Pack. His arms are crossed and there
