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hovertaxi and made a beeline for her condo building, careful not to look back at the man who seemed so insistent on making a play for her heart.
     
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    Grant swore as he stepped into his own condo fifteen minutes later. He ran his fingers through his hair and looked around the room, as though the answer to all of his problems might somehow magically jump out at him. But the only thing staring back at him was an empty living room. He made his way to the liquor cabinet, and barked out an order.
    “Computer, one Jameson reserve, neat.”
    “Coming right up, Grant,” the computer cheerily responded. A whirring sound came from inside the liquor cabinet as the computer poured a glass of whiskey for him. The door to the cabinet opened and a shiny glass shelf slid out with the whiskey on it. Grant grabbed it and gulped it down, then set the glass down on the shelf again.
    “Computer, one more Jameson reserve, neat,” Grant ordered.
    After a few more moments of whirring, the computer delivered a refill for Grant. This time, he took the glass to the living room to sip it slowly. He sank down onto his couch, which automatically adjusted the temperature to ensure he stayed cool. Despite his comfortable surroundings, though, he felt antsy and uneasy.
    “Computer, dim lights,” he said. The lights in the living room softened, and Grant felt a little bit better. But it would take more than softer lighting for him to feel better about the day he’d had.
    He was angry with himself for the way he’d handled things with Storm. He’d been dancing around his feelings for her for so long, and for some reason this week had just seemed like the right time to show her his hand. He’d been dropping hints, and he knew she had caught on to his meaning. The trouble was, the stronger his hints had become, the more she had pulled back. That was a hard pill for Grant to swallow. As an alpha’s kid, he’d pretty much gotten everything he wanted his whole life. And he knew that, if he had stayed in Alaska, he would have had his choice of mate. No shifter in her right mind would refuse to date a future alpha. The rewards of being the alpha’s mate were too great.
    But he wasn’t in Alaska, and Storm wasn’t impressed by his alpha genes. Why would she be? She had alpha blood running through her own veins, too. Grant sighed and took another long sip of his whiskey. Leave it to him to fall for the one girl who wasn’t interested in him.
    Leave it to him to have the worst timing, too. Why would Storm want to start a relationship right now, with the entire future of the shifter population at stake? Grant frowned as he remembered Storm’s indignant expression when she pulled her hand away from his in the hovertaxi. She was right. She didn’t need him to take care of her. She was damn strong on her own.
    And that was part of the trouble. Her strength and independence turned Grant on. Thinking about the fiery darts in her eyes when she left the hovertaxi caused a stiffening between his legs. The more she pulled away, the more Grant wanted her. His bear growled and writhed within him, whispering insistently to his heart.
    Claim her .
    Grant took another sip of whiskey. Storm had become his obsession. But what good was an obsession when you couldn’t act on it? She had made it abundantly clear tonight that she didn’t appreciate his advances. He could keep trying, but he knew deep down that the more he chased after her, the more she would push him away. His head told him that the best option for now was to lay low, and get the whole “future of shifters” thing figured out first. But his heart told him that he should pursue her relentlessly, because if everything really went to hell, he might not have another chance.
    Grant let out a loud, primal roar, and threw his glass across the room in a fit of anger. It shattered, sending shards of glass in several directions. Moments later, his robotic vacuum calmly whirred across the floor to the