I Rejected My Ruthless Alpha, Now He Begs for Me Back

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d marble of the kitchen counter

ds on my apron

e Cantu's voice was a familiar, welcome storm in the silence of my apart

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e Pack, the CEO of Apex Holding

ard, painful thum

my bare feet cold against the polished floor. I tapped the

as. Dorian

een. He was stepping out of a private jet, a perfectly tailored suit cl

o the West Coast," the anchor's voice buzzed with excitement. "Does this sign

tell you?" Blake swore through the phone. "His

e never tells me his schedule, Blake. You know that." My voice was a calm,

s Dorian was a terrible mate. I list

up th

illed the kitchen. It was a good smell, a warm s

ly person

fish, a mirror image on two separate plates. A dinner for two, prepared b

taken me an hour to perfect. My movements were precise and auto

us dining table. The distance between the plates felt

l spot. I didn't

st w

e city lights came on one by one. My reflection remained in

warm to cold. The rosemary sce

ked past midnight. The fr

gain. A social me

ooth at some high-end club. His Alpha friend, Sean Kensington, the

nded by people, by noise and celebration, but there was

a long time, trying to see p

put the

idn't look at t

steps even. I pulled a black

the asparagus, the perfect, untouched lava cakes. Each i

part of me still believed he might come home. Looking

at, final knot, and

-wild rose and vanilla. His side of the bed was untouched, the sheets

lipped into my side of the cold

Dorian stepping off the jet, then sitting in that clu

uiet I could hear the

had left of my parents. Its cool, smooth surface was a familiar comfort again

whispered into