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Tempted By The Alpha Of Manhattan

Chapter 10 One Night to Heal

Word Count: 1199    |    Released on: 08/01/2026

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that looked out at a brick wall. Usually, it was just me and my messy clothes. But with Meredith Stevens dying on my bed,

atex gloves. He was a guy who'd seen too much and said too little, the perfe

ve

Her skin was very pale, almost see-through. But the cut on her side wa

ut her body was hot. It was like holding a hot kettle. I carried her to the kitch

shlight. Keep it ste

ed the light. I stood at the head of the

bottle of antiseptic. "I don't have enough anesthesia to

g me?" I hissed

ey were the scary, beautiful gold I had seen in her apartment. They looked like melted metal, bright and strong, even while she wa

r!" Jame

hear my jacket ripping. Her nails cut through my jacket and shirt and dug into my skin. For

ost in some kind of fever. I stopped thinking li

so only she could hear me. "Just stay with me. It's

let go. She looked at me like I was the

ed burned. Meredith let out a broken gasp that made me want to hit something. Her body lifted

l

a loud ringing sound that filled the quiet kitchen. The piece was dul

love. "A piece of the blade broke off inside. High-grade silver. That's why the infec

nife in 2026?" James said, d

oid stuff. Like he thought he'

tevens was dying on my kitchen table. I just watched her eyes finally cloud over, and sh

the billionaire "Iron Goddess" under my old blue comforter in my tiny bedroom-but it was the only place sh

off the table so hard it could take the paint o

asked, her voic

leaning agains

, her eyes red from crying. "And why did she act like that? The g

ready to talk about this. Not wh

mess. Just... try to get some sleep on th

still, breathing shallow but steady. Her phone, sitting on the nightst

screen. It was a text from that Unknown Number a

EREDITH. QUEENS IS A LONG WAY FROM HOME. I'LL GIVE Y

ank. To get

just enough to see the street. It was late, and the streetli

ken streetlight. Its lights were off, but I could see the soft smoke

nthouse. He didn't just know she was hurt. He had foll

I'd lied to Miller, I'd ignored a mutated DNA report

tten myself into?" I whi

ext flashed in my mind:

nd he knew exactly where we were. I reached for my gun on

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