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Just what I neededāa scorned Alpha stopping my car with the prize he couldn't win.
I stepped out, letting the door shut with a finality that echoed down the frost-laced street.
Kustav stood across from me, hands buried in the pockets of a midnight coat stitched with ego and bloodline. His smile was still in placeātight, lazy, amused. But the twitch in his jaw betrayed him.
He was pissed.
And losing composure by the second.
"I admit," he began, voice syrupy smooth, "your taste surprises me. I didn't think the High Alpha would bid on a girl just because she had a mark."
"And what about it?" I asked, voice even. "It was an open auction."
Kustav's smirk twitched. "I'll give you something in return," he said, casually brushing imaginary lint from his coat. "Anything you want."
I lifted a brow. "You couldn't outbid me, Kustav. What makes you think you have anything I'd want?"
His jaw ticked.