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If I let myself admire his sharp beauty and calming presence, I’d lose sight of what was expected of me and what I had to do when I was already struggling.

Indulging in that kind of stupid fantasy yet again was going to seriously fuck with me.

No matter how good he was, I couldn’t let myself rely on another alpha.

Ever.

“Let’s go,” I snapped, closing the gun case harder than necessary. “I want to see your combat skills.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

His soft voice made me pause and I glared at him over my shoulder, hating how calm he looked despite my attitude. It made me want to see just how far I could push him before he finally pushed back.

Which I absolutely should not do.

I was an expert at reading people and even though I couldn’t read him all that well, I knew without a doubt that he was stronger than me. If it came down to a real fight, I would not win even if my pheromones were more powerful than his.

This alpha has been conditioned.

He’s been trained the same way I had which meant he’d rather die than ever give up.

I may be able to kill him with my pheromones, but not before he killed me with those massive hands of his.

And on top of all that, his singular, red eye presented a very dangerous mystery.

I never got the red eyes. I was a failure of a legacy alpha and now here was someone else showing me just how badly I fell short of my pack’s expectations.

This borderline submissive alpha could dominate me with his pheromones if he really wanted to. I was sure of it. Soren would win every time, but I also didn’t think he would everletme lose.

And I found that really fucking unsettling.

CHAPTER 6

Frankie

I sippedat my third cup of coffee for the day and scrolled through the extensive database Lucy and I had put together over the years.

Someone was starting to make moves in the Lopez pack in an attempt to destabilize my father, and by default me.

Now some random-ass rookie was reminding me of my favorite psychopath.

Today literally couldn’t get any worse.

Soren was nothing likehim. They couldn’t be more different, but for some reason, this rookie kept reminding me of that asshole and it was putting me in a foul mood.

Of course Hart had excelled at physical combat too. I’d expected him to and yet, I was still annoyed about it.

I’d had him spar with a few of the other rookies and was impressed by his speed and efficiency. Nothing he did was flashy or more effort than necessary. Hart knew exactly how much strength he needed to use without doing more damage than necessary.

That was probably one of the things alphas struggled with the most.

Everything in this world was so fucking fragile.

Including me.

Not that I could let anyone see that. I had to pretend every single day that I wasn’t about to break and it was getting really fucking exhausting when it was starting to feel likeeverythingwas reminding me how hard I had to fake it.

I drained the mug and set it aside, refocusing on the file we had on my uncle, Ferdinand Lopez.

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