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At the reunion, the drunk prom queen bragged about deleting Damien’s ex’s desperate SOS back then—leaving the girl to wait for him in the freezing rain all night. Everyone laughed. Except Damien. His glass shattered, wolf eyes glowing with rage as blood dripped down his hand. I passed him a tissue, smiling calmly.“Regret hurts, doesn’t it?” "At the class reunion, someone suggested truth or dare. The former prom queen was drunk. Someone asked her the worst thing she had ever done. She pointed straight at me in the corner, laughing so hard she almost fell off the couch. “That time Damien went to take a shower, and I used his phone to delete that broke little girlfriend’s text begging for help, then replied for him, ‘Get lost!’” “You guys have no idea. That poor thing waited for him in the rain all night. I laughed myself sick...” The private room roared with laughter. Only the guy in the main seat didn’t laugh. The crystal glass in his hand shattered with a sharp crack. bl00d mixed with red wine ran down his fingers. He stared at me, unblinking. The yellow-green tint in his irises meant his wolf was close to the surface. I calmly held out a napkin. “Alpha, you should wipe it. It is dirty.” Some things, once they were dirty, never came clean again. …… The most exclusive private club in Manhattan had been booked out for the night. When Mr. Anderson handed me the gold-stamped wine list, there was a faint, unreadable pity in his eyes. “Chloe, about that box tonight, if you don’t want to go, I can send someone else.” I lowered my head and tugged at the not-quite-fitting server uniform, smiling blandly. “It is fine, Mr. Anderson. That is our highest-spending room. The opening fee alone gets us a nice commission. I need the m0ney. You know that.” Mr. Anderson sighed and dropped it, only lifting a hand to pat my shoulder. When I pushed open the SVIP room door with the decanter in my hands, heat rushed out at me, heavy with expensive perfume and cig@rs. It was the smell of m0
