***CONTENT WARNING: SCENES AHEAD MIGHT BE DISTURBING TO SOME AUDIENCE. READER DISCRETION ADVISED***
(Tyron's POV)
I corner Sanya in the hallway while Jake waits in my study.
"You know him." Not a question. "Jake. You recognized him."
"I don't know what you're talking about." But her eyes dart away.
Lying.
My hand closes around her arm. Tight enough to remind her who's in control. "Don't lie to me. How do you know my new Beta?"
"I don't! I've never seen him before!"
The desperation in her voice almost sells it. Almost.
But I saw that look they exchanged. That wasn't strangers meeting for the first time.
I could press. Could drag the truth from her through force.
But a better idea forms.
If Sanya knows Jake, if there's history there, keeping him close serves multiple purposes.
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