The office buzzed with subdued energy when Kian arrived. The previous night lingered in his mind, a mix of warmth and uncertainty that left him on edge. Adrian's words—his possessiveness and promise—clung to him like an invisible tether. Kian felt both safe and unsettled, as if standing on a precipice.
His heat had subsided, leaving only exhaustion in its wake. Yet, the memory of Adrian's touch and the way his alpha instincts had consumed them both made Kian's cheeks flush. Focus, Kian. Work first, everything else later.
He slipped into his desk chair, inhaling deeply to ground himself. But his sense of calm didn't last long. A message appeared on his monitor almost immediately, the sender's name making his stomach twist.
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William Harlow:
Kian, meet me in Conference Room B at 10 AM. There are matters we need to discuss regarding the task force.
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