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"Excellent," I whisper to myself, already imagining the possibilities.

This mysterious Omega who caught Ezekiel's attention...

Let's see what this Omega is all about.

The city lights blur past the windows as we drive, each one a star in my personal galaxy of power and influence. I've built this empire from nothing, and carved my name into the bedrock of this city's underworld with blood and determination.

The police think they know who I am, what I'm capable of, but they've barely scratched the surface.

Even Ezekiel, as close as we are, doesn't know everything.

Can't know everything, for his own protection as much as mine.

But this Omega...something about her has shifted the playing field. I can feel it in my bones, the way the air changes before a storm.

All I need now is a name…

My phone buzzes again – another message with the very detail I craved for.

Kamari Prava Ahvi…

Three written words and yet it’s given me a key piece on this playing field, especially when it’s my turn to make the next move. Every piece of information is a weapon in the right hands, and my hands have been stained with power for too long to be anything but lethal.

"Sir?" my butler's voice breaks through my thoughts. "Shall we head to the mansion?"

"No," I decide, my eyes fixed on the city sprawling before us. "Take me to The Cardinal's Nest. I feel like having a drink while I wait for some information."

As we change direction, heading toward my most exclusive club, I can't help but smile. The game is changing, pieces moving on a board that's suddenly grown larger.

And if there's one thing I've learned in my years as both predator and protector, it's that change brings opportunity.

7

ELITE DECEPTIONS

~KAMARI~

The Sacred Divine: Cardinal’s Nest Elite Club & Bar looms before me; its neo-gothic architecture isa stark reminder of old money and older secrets.

Should add hidden trauma and temptation to the mix.

Last night's novel described this place in vivid detail — a playground for the wealthy where fantasies come true and fortunes are lost behind velvet curtains.

If only the author knew how right he or she was.

The club's reputation precedes it.

Whispers in high society speak of millionaires and billionaires who frequent these halls, seeking pleasures that their public personas could never acknowledge. Some say it's where dreams come true — if you have enough money to pay for them. Others claim it's where Omegas go to disappear, their own dreams crushed beneath the heel of Alpha desire.

"The Sacred Divine doesn't just host parties,"the book had warned."It hosts destinies…usually tragic ones."

My saree suddenly feels too thin against the night air as I approach the entrance.

The building seems to pulse with hidden energy, its windows tinted so dark they look like bottomless pools. Music thrums through the walls, not the typical bass-heavy club beats, but something more refined,jazz maybe, or classical with a modern twist.

The rumors say there are rooms here for every taste. VIP suites where business deals worth billions are signed between courses of gold-leafed desserts. Private chambers where Alphas can indulge their darkest desires without fear of judgment or consequence.

Even the infamous "red rooms" that no one talks about but everyone knows exist.

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