The mission was supposed to be clean. In and out. No complications. Just two Alphas—highly trained, highly paid—working the same contract.

Slade didn’t like working with others, let alone another Alpha. Territory lines got blurred. Instincts got loud. But she was the exception. Always had been.

They moved through the dark like twin predators, synchronized without needing to speak. Her footsteps matched his, her eyes caught every detail he missed—and she never backed down.

They reached the target perimeter in silence. A quick signal, a nod, and they split—her scent lingering in the air as she passed him, sharp and warm and dangerous. It coiled around his senses like a dare.

He found the breach point, neutralized two guards without breaking a sweat, and when he glanced up to the rooftop, there she was. Waiting. Watching.

Their eyes locked. No words. Just that low, burning tension always thrumming between them. Two forces built to dominate, collide, survive.

The mission would end. The job would be done. But this dance between them?

That was never just business.