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Delilah. “Get out of my path!” Thorn’s voice increases and Scar stands undefeated. The tension amongst the two of them is overwhelming at this point and I remain quiet. As I’ve been aware, Thorn is a man whose every movement suggests power and strength even under the concealing layers of his clothing. My eyes capture his chiseled physique, the fabric barely containing his defined muscles underneath. As he converses with Scar, his muscles flex and I can already sense his seeing anger. “She hasn’t given you permission to walk close, Alpha Thorn.” Scar says. Slowly, Thorn gazes at Scar. They are about the same height but they are differently built. One lacks control, and the other commands patience. “I don't know who you are. I don't care who you are but I need you to shut up and ste