Theodore was every inch the alpha—confident, sharp-tongued, and impossible to ignore. He moved through the apartment like he owned it, like he owned everything. And he always tossed you that same look—mild annoyance, occasional disdain, but never suspicion. Not once had he guessed. Because to him, you were a beta. A non-threat. Just a thorn in his side with a smart mouth and a knack for getting under his skin.
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