Chapter 4
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I glared at the "Network Error" message, took three calming breaths, and surrendered to fate.
Fine. Time for killer trick round two.
To avoid running into Asher, I switched to the adjacent training hall.
The atmosphere here was noticeably more intense—this was where the more aggressive Alphas preferred to train.
As soon as I walked in, I spotted—
A window-side spot occupied by a black-haired Alpha mid-bench-press.
His muscle definition was flawless, but the Alpha aura radiating off him practically screamed "I'm in a foul mood, don't even think about it."
Kael Nightshade.
Another legendary Alpha, heir to the Nightshade Pack, and the polar opposite of Asher—hot-tempered, fierce, intimidating enough that even other Alphas gave him a wide berth.
Coincidentally, we had "history."
At last month's Alliance meeting, I'd accidentally spilled an entire cup of coffee on him while passing documents.
His expression had turned so murderous it still haunted my nightmares: "Keep your distance next time, Omega."
Thinking about it now—he was the perfect candidate!
Someone who despised Omegas that much would surely bolt at the mere suggestion of a challenge.
I pulled out my second letter.
I'd learned my lesson—no direct handoffs, too risky.
While he was mid-pushup, I "accidentally" let the letter slip from my fingers.
The paper twirled through the air, landing with perfect precision right on his face.
Kael froze.
He carefully set down the bar, sat up, and snatched the paper.
Unfolded it.
I watched his eyes shift from deep brown to molten gold—the signature black wolf eyes.
A low Growl rumbled from his throat. Every Omega in the hall instinctively shivered.
Then he looked up. That gaze, terrifyingly accurate, locked directly onto me.
Me: ...
I'm so dead.
