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Through Suga's vision—the tan-skinned man standing before him was an alpha he had met back in Australia.

What the hell is he doing here?

That exact thought mirrored in the man's expression as his gaze flickered between Suga—sitting on the couch with several watch boxes lined up in front of him—and Zion.

His eyes darted to Suga, then to Zion, and back to Jerome.

Now it wasn't just the two of them who looked confused.

The entire room had gone eerily quiet, thick with a strange, heavy atmosphere. Even Zion and Jerome were glancing between the two of them, as if trying to put the pieces together. No one spoke.

Until—

"Suga, do you know that alpha?"

Zion's voice cut through the silence, his tone ice-cold as his sharp gaze locked onto Suga.

Instinctively, Suga shook his head, trying to deny it.

But his reaction wasn't convincing.

Not to mention, he didn't even know the man's real name—just his codename.