They stepped into the underground parking lot, where a sleek black Mercedes, discreet yet luxurious, awaited them.

Niall set her down in the middle of the back seat, with each of them taking a spot on either side of her.

“Take us to building X,” Maell instructed a burly, silent driver.

Moments later, a black panel rose, separating the front and rear sections of the spacious Mercedes, both visually and acoustically.

The destination was Rose’s house, and she wasn’t the least bit surprised.

It was obvious these Alphas had been keeping tabs on her for a while now.

She adjusted her wrinkled skirt along with the rest of her disheveled clothing and was grateful the workday was over.

At least no one had seen her leaving in such an obvious post-sex state.

Tomorrow, she had no idea how she’d handle all the stares and malicious comments—completely justified, of course.

Oh God, just remembering her moans, begging for more during the moments Maell let her breathe, made her face turn crimson.

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