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Skilled hacker; digitally proficient and strategically inventive.

Displays an unexpectedly playful disposition that conceals lethal capabilities.

Intensely loyal; uses humor as a shield.

Voss Harrington

Age: 36

Designation: Alpha

Height/Build: 6’6”, imposing and muscular, lethal appearance

Eye Color: Dark brown, unsettling intensity

Hair Color: Black, typically secured in a bun or loose around shoulders

Alpha Scent: Dark amber and spice

Occupation: Senior Operative & Intelligence Specialist at Rosetti Grey Solutions

Profile:

Voss Harrington is the pack's intelligence and interrogation specialist, referred to internally as "the ghost." He possesses an unsettling talent for uncovering secrets, extracting information through surveillance, and more coercive methods. His quiet demeanor masks an unpredictably dangerous personality, often described as borderline unhinged.

Survivors of his interrogations report psychological tactics equal to his physical methods. Emotionally volatile yet lethally efficient, Voss is feared even among his own associates. Deeply scarred by a traumatic past.

Personal Notes:

Intelligence extraction methods are highly effective, brutal, and psychologically complex.

Noted instability when emotionally triggered.

Considered the most volatile member of the pack; approach with extreme caution.

Overall Assessment:

The Rosetti pack, individually and collectively, presents a formidable and uniquely dangerous threat. While loyalty seems unwavering, their capacity for violence, strategic manipulation, and intimidation is unprecedented.

The mattress creaks beneath me as I shift restlessly, the folder lying open across my legs, pages scattered chaotically around me like pieces of a puzzle I can’t quite put together. My head aches from the sheer overload of information, but it’s my racing pulse and the warmth pooling in my belly that confuses me most. I'm supposed to be pissed—and trust me, part of me absolutely is—but intrigue is worming its way through my chest, unwelcome and persistent.

I never wanted this marriage. Four strangers chosen by my mother, thrust into my life or Gods knows what reason. It's absurd. But, as I study the faces staring back at me from their dossiers, my frustration is slowly eclipsed by curiosity.

Kingston Rosetti. His photograph stares back at me, intimidatingly confident. Those piercing green eyes are dangerous even on paper. Wealthy, powerful, ruthless—exactly the kind of alpha who should repel me. So why does my pulse quicken at the thought of meeting him? Of having those eyes look at me, really seeing me?

Then there’s Jace Calloway, whose confident smirk radiates charm and charisma. Every detail in his dossier screams trouble wrapped in allure. A smooth operator, persuasive and lethal when necessary. Something in me stirs at the thought of unraveling the man behind that easy smile, even if I should know better.

Romano Delgado’s page nearly makes me laugh, and I find myself smiling despite my reservations. His crooked grin and playful expression don’t match the description of a technological genius and cyber-warfare expert. How does someone so dangerous look so disarming? I’m both curious and wary about what lies beneath that easygoing exterior.

Finally, Voss. His eyes, dark and intense even in the grainy photo, send a shiver skittering down my spine. Unhinged, volatile, dangerously lethal. Everything written about him screams at me to run, but instead, my heart pounds faster. There's something compelling about his darkness, something that makes me want to reach into the fire, even if it means getting burned.

I'm so lost in thought, I don’t notice my bedroom door softly opening until my mother speaks. “Fallon, are you alright?”

I flinch in surprise, hastily gathering up the scattered papers, heart thumping guiltily as if she can read my inappropriate thoughts right off my face. “Fine. Just reading.”

Mom steps further inside, her eyes moving over the disorganized papers spread around me. Her expression is cautiously hopeful, worry shadowing the familiar amber of her eyes. “So…what do you think?”

“I think you’ve lost your mind,” I snap irritably, but my tone lacks real bite. I rub my temples, sighing. “I don’t understand why I have to marry. It’s ridiculous, Mom.”

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