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Outside the Silverfang Den, the wind rolled low across the alley like a lurking beast, brushing past the neon signs and rattling loose beer bottles in the gutter. The buzz of the city dulled behind the door, but Carmen didn\u2019t mind. Her eyes were fixed on the man sitting alone by the curb-Duke.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He looked like he had fallen from grace, albeit elegantly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His tie was half-loosened like a dying snake curled against his collarbone. He had taken off his gold-rimmed glasses and was leaning back slightly, letting the night air cool his flushed skin. His shirt was unbuttoned at the top, revealing sharp lines and a dancer\u2019s strength that rose and fell subtly with every breath.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Carmen\u2019s gaze trailed to his throat.\u00a0<\/p>\n
That pale, graceful neck, marked faintly where his glasses had pressed earlier, was an invitation-a promise of vulnerability. Her fingers twitched involuntarily. Something primal stirred within her, not unlike a wolf scenting prey in the dark woods.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She didn\u2019t even try to suppress the thought: That neck must feel divine under my fingers.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It wasn\u2019t desire. Not really. It was the thrill of domination.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She moved forward, slipping from the shadows like moonlight through fog. Her steps were light, calculated, the white shirt she wore clinging softly to her spine, outlining every sharp curve of her body. Her face, however, was innocence painted to perfection-wide eyes, bowed lips, and a voice like velvet snowfall.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSir\u2026 your umbrella.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She offered the sleek black umbrella forward with both hands, lowering her gaze like a well- trained Omega approaching a dominant Alpha.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Duke tilted his head upward, his vision still foggy with liquor. His cheeks were flushed, shadows clinging under his eyes. He looked up at her, blinking slowly, trying to focus.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Carmen\u2019s smile deepened, subtle and indulgent.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His throat moved as he swallowed, the line of his Adam\u2019s apple sliding beneath perfect skin. Her stare locked on it like a predator watching a heartbeat beneath fur.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Before she could stop herself, her hand lifted-drifting closer to his throat, as if drawn by invisible threads.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Just as her fingertips were about to graze his skin, Duke\u2019s voice rumbled through the haze, hoarse and dazed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2026 who are you?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
So. He\u2019d forgotten her already.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Or was it the alcohol talking?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Carmen\u2019s lips curved into a lazy, teasing smile. Her fingers twirled mid-air and instead of reaching for his neck, she redirected her hand-gently but firmly gripping his jaw. She tilted his chin\u00a0<\/p>\n
up, studying his flushed face as if examining a rare, exotic beast.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t remember me, sir?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her voice was honey-laced mockery.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Duke\u2019s mind was a maze of haze and bourbon. He frowned, waving off her hand clumsily and attempting to stand. His polished shoes scraped against the pavement as he stumbled forward, nearly crashing to the ground.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Carmen\u2019s reflexes were fast.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She reached out and caught him around the waist, her palm sliding across hard muscle. Her brows lifted slightly-tight, carved abs. Nice. She gave an experimental squeeze.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Duke winced, letting out a pained grunt, his brow furrowed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cG-Get\u2026 off,\u201d he slurred, trying to push her away.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Carmen released him-sharply.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He crashed to the concrete with a heavy thud, the sound echoing off the alley walls. That fall seemed to shake some of the haze out of his brain. He groaned, propping himself up with one hand, trying to reorient himself.\u00a0<\/p>\n
From above, Carmen watched, the corners of her lips curled in amusement. But when Duke looked back at her-eyes clearer now, pupils adjusting-her expression shifted instantly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Gone was the mischief.\u00a0<\/p>\n
In its place bloomed a mask of worry, her posture folding down into concern as she crouched\u00a0<\/p>\n
beside him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSir, are you alright?\u201d Her voice trembled slightly, as if she were genuinely distressed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Duke blinked, adjusting his glasses. Now that his vision was no longer swimming, he could finally see her face-young, beautiful, full of anxious energy. Her hand was still clutching the umbrella like it was the last thing tethering her to sanity.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou?\u201d he said, recognition dawning.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her eyes lit up\u00a0<\/p>\n
with staged delight. \u201cSo you do remember me!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Duke\u2019s frown deepened. \u201cWhat are you doing here?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Carmen\u2019s lashes fluttered, and she glanced away shyly. Her tone dropped, soft as a whisper. \u201cI\u2026 I wanted to return your umbrella.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She raised it slightly, as if that small gesture explained everything.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Duke\u2019s eyes narrowed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He wasn\u2019t that drunk anymore. And he wasn\u2019t an idiot.\u00a0<\/p>\n
After so many years serving beside Lucien Duskgrave, the Alpha Prince of the Stormridge Pack, he had learned to sniff out ambition behind sweet smiles, to hear lies laced in innocent tones. The number of women who had tried to get close to them through flattery or favors? Countless.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And now here she was. Another girl with a cute face and a story too clean to be real.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew I\u2019d be here tonight?\u201d His voice, still gravelly from drink, took on a sharper edge. \u201cHow?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Carmen\u2019s eyes dropped. Her lashes cast shadows over her cheeks. Inside, her mind raced.\u00a0<\/p>\n
So he was sharper than she expected. This one wasn\u2019t the type to be led around by the nose. Not so easily, anyway.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Still, she had prepared for this.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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