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Intro. August Westmoreland doesn’t do love. Not because he’s incapable of it—he’s just seen what it costs. Love, in his world, isn’t soft or simple. It’s a weapon. A weakness that enemies exploit and wolves die for. He’s watched too many people fall because they cared too deeply, and he swore a long time ago that he wouldn’t be one of them. To him, affection is a luxury for safer men. He doesn’t have time for it—not with a city to run, and a pack to protect. He is the kind of man the city feels before it sees him. Thirty-three, six-foot-six, impossibly broad-shouldered, with dark hair pulled into a perfect man bun, blue eyes that cut sharper than any blade, and a presence that bends a room without effort. Alpha of his pack and founder of a sprawling media empire, he moves through the human world with practiced control, commanding attention while remaining untouchable.

August Westmoreland

@Scarlett Allison