Chapter 85
In the Sapphire Tide Pack’s office, Mason leaned back in his chair and fixed his gaze on Larkin, who lounged casually on the sofa with a mischievous smile playing at his lips. The room was suffused with quiet tension, broken only by the rustle of papers and the distant hum of the pack’s operations beyond the walls.
“You seem unusually upbeat these days,” Mason observed, narrowing his eyes with a subtle hint of suspicion.
Larkin’s grin widened, his voice laced with amusement. “Why wouldn’t I be? I’ve stumbled upon a particularly fascinating prey,”
Mason’s brow furrowed deeper, his voice dropping into a more serious tone as he set the document before him aside. “Larkin, cut it out. This isn’t a joke.”
“Oh, come on, Mason,” Larkin teased, stretching languidly. “You’re an Alpha. Surely you appreciate the elegance of a good
hunt?”
Mason’s frown deepened, a skeptical edge creeping into his words. “If hunting were truly such a delight, why have you chased after so many prey over the years? Isn’t that exhausting?”
Larkin raised a finger, wagging it like a playful teacher scolding a student. “That’s just it. The joy isn’t in the catch–it’s in the chase. The process itself is the thrill. Understand, Alpha?”
Mason’s eyes darkened. “I’m not as twisted as you are.”
Larkin’s expression softened, a flicker of something vulnerable surfacing beneath his bravado. “I know Melanie was the one for you.”
His words faltered, weighed down by the ghost of grief and regret. The heavy pressure of the Alpha mantle seemed to lift, leaving the room heavy and still, as if Mason’s spirit had momentarily exhaled a long–held breath,
“Don’t speak her name again,” Mason said quietly, his voice firm but drained.
Larkin’s concern surfaced, softening the sharp edges of his usual teasing tone. “Mason, holding on to the past won’t heal you. You have to let go.”
Mason’s response was a quiet defiance, coated with cold resolve. “I don’t want to let go.”
The subject was closed, and Mason gestured towards the door.“Happy hunting.”
Larkin’s eyes gleamed as he glanced at the window, the city sprawling beneath the rising sun. “It’s still early. She’s not at work yet.”
Mason’s curiosity was piqued, his mind racing to understand. ‘It’s office hours now,‘ he thought, “If she’s not at work, it means she left early… What is he implying?”
Larkin shrugged nonchalantly. “That interesting new prey of mine? She works at a club.”
The words hung in the air, and an idea flickered in Mason’s mind before vanishing like smoke.
Mason rubbed his temples. “I don’t find club women fascinating at all.”
“But she is,” Larkin said, voice almost reverent. “The most intriguing woman I’ve ever met. And I just had a better idea. I’m not going to the club.”
Mason’s eyes narrowed. “You’re giving up on her?”
No I just prefer a different approach than meeting her there.” Larkin’s voice was casual, but his eyes glinted with intent, speaking either to Mason or himself
Mason knew Larkin’s past too well to pry further. Some subjects remained unspoken.
“See you, Mason.”
“See you.”
As Larkin’s hand grasped the doorknob, Mason sighed heavily. “Stop while you still can. You’re going to hurt others–and
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yourself.”
Larkin shrugged, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “What are you talking about? I don’t understand.”
Mason shook his head. “You know exactly what I mean. What if your prey turns out to be your mate? Then what?”
“Impossible.” Larkin opened the door and stepped out without looking back.
Georgia’s footsteps echoed softly as she made her way back to her dormitory, the cold night air wrapping around her like a shroud after leaving the noisy, suffocating atmosphere of Vetro Club
“I’ve been waiting for you a long time,” he said simply, a faint hunger in his tone.
*Are you saying you waited here for me so I could cook you something when I got back?” she asked, suspicion coloring her words.
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