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Made himself think through the roaring in his hindbrain that was telling him yes, help, take care of, alpha. “Okay,” he said, keeping his voice level. “What do you need?” “I don’t\u2014” Seren’s hands fisted at his sides. “I don’t know how to ask for this.” “Then I’ll ask you.” Emilio took one careful step forward. “Do you want me to help you through this?” “I need someone to\u2014” Seren stopped, jaw working. “It needs an alpha. I need an alpha.<\/p>\n

The biology is\u2014I can’t override it.” “That’s need. I asked what you want.” Seren stared at him. The distinction was clearly costing him something to process. “Why does that matter?” “Because it matters to me.” Emilio held his gaze. “I’m not going to touch you because your biology demands it. I’m asking if you\u2014Seren, the person, not the omega in heat\u2014want my help.<\/p>\n

If the answer’s yes, I’ll help. If it’s no, I’ll leave. Give you privacy. The choice is yours.” “There’s no choice,” Seren said, but he was looking at Emilio like he was trying to solve an equation. “The heat doesn’t give me a choice.” “The heat gives you needs. I’m asking about wants.” Emilio stayed where he was, three feet away, not moving closer. “Do you want me specifically? Or would any alpha do?” The question landed. Emilio watched Seren process it, watched him work through the haze of heat to find something that mattered beyond biology.<\/p>\n

“You,” Seren said finally. Quiet, but definite. “I want you.” “Okay.” Emilio’s chest did something tight. “Then I’ll help.” He crossed the distance between them. Seren swayed slightly when Emilio got close\u2014toward him, not away. The scent was almost unbearable up close. Emilio’s control was a physical thing now, something he had to actively maintain. “Tell me what you need,” he said. “I don’t know. I’ve never\u2014” Seren’s hands came up, gripped Emilio’s shirt.<\/p>\n

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He was three minutes from completion when the perimeter alert failed to ping. Two minutes from completion when he registered the shift in air pressure that meant the loading bay door had opened without the mechanical groan it should have made. One minute from completion when he accepted, with the cool practicality he applied to all unwelcome facts, that he was about to have a very bad evening. The Cavallo soldiers materialized from the shadows like they’d been poured there. Six of them, arranged in a loose semi-circle that blocked every exit Seren had mapped during his initial reconnaissance.<\/p>\n

Professional spacing. No one within arm’s reach. They knew what they were doing. Seren finished uploading the last file. “Hands,” one of them said. Not shouted. The quiet command of someone accustomed to being obeyed. Seren raised his hands slowly, let them see he wasn’t armed. The thumb drive went into his pocket in the same motion\u2014small enough that it read as adjustment rather than concealment. Probably. The dim lighting was doing some work for him. “You’re a long way from Voss territory, friend.”<\/p>\n

“Am I?” Seren kept his voice flat, bored. Beta vocal range, beta body language. He’d been running beta for so long that it was nearly true. The suppressants in his system were pharmaceutical-grade and three hours fresh. The scent neutralizer he’d applied that morning would hold for another six. His clothing was loose enough to obscure the narrowness of his shoulders, the particular angle of his hips.<\/p>\n

Everything about his presentation said: nothing to see here, just another mid-level enforcer doing mid-level work. The lead soldier\u2014older, scar bisecting his left eyebrow\u2014studied him with the kind of attention Seren didn’t like. “You’re coming with us.” “Am I?” Seren said again, because repeating himself was easier than saying something that might give him away. “Boss wants to talk to you.”<\/p>\n

The soldier gestured. Not at Seren. At the door. “We can do this easy.” The unspoken or hard hung in the air between them. Seren ran the odds with the speed of long practice: six on one, no weapon, exit routes compromised, backup nonexistent because the Voss family didn’t send backup for intelligence operatives. If you couldn’t get yourself out, you weren’t worth getting out. He’d known that when he’d taken the job. Had preferred it, even. No one to rely on meant no one to disappoint.<\/p>\n

“Easy’s fine,” Seren said. They zip-tied his wrists in front of him\u2014loose enough not to cut off circulation, tight enough that he couldn’t slip them. One of the soldiers patted him down with impersonal efficiency, found the thumb drive, pocketed it without comment. No one grabbed him. No one shoved him.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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