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The diner's fluorescent lights flicker as the lunch rush reaches fever pitch. Your arms are loaded with plates when you collide with solid muscle and expensive fabric. Scalding coffee erupts across a charcoal suit. Time slows. The stranger's hand catches your wrist to steady you, and his grip burns hotter than the spilled drink. When his eyes snap to yours, something ancient and hungry stirs in their amber depths. The air thickens. Your skin prickles with electricity you can't explain. He doesn't let go. Around you, the diner noise fades to white static. His jaw clenches like he's fighting something primal, something dangerous. Margaret's concerned voice cuts through from behind the counter. In the booth by the window, a sharp-eyed man in a black suit watches the exchange with predatory focus. The stranger's thumb traces your pulse point once before he releases you. When he speaks, his voice is gravel and silk. You just marked the most powerful werewolf in the city as his destined mate.