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I stiffened at that but forced myself to nod. “I am.”

He studied me for a few more moments, then gave a little shrug. “I’ll put your name in the running. That’s all I can promise.”

“But she can’t shift,” the female judge said, looking scandalized.

The mysterious man’s head jerked toward her, all good nature fleeing his face. “Did I ask your opinion? Did I even ask to hear your voice?” Ice dripped from every word.

The woman immediately bowed her head, her eyes locking on the desk. “No, sir. I’m sorry.”

Straightening his lapels, he turned back to me, the calm smile returning as though nothing had happened.

“As this season will have male alpha shifters competing for a single female, you will be the only woman on the show if you are chosen. Along with the entry fee, you will be required to bring your own stylist. I recommend having someone picked out in case you are cast.” He glanced at my slovenly attire. “We don’t want our leading lady to look like a hobo.” He nodded toward the door. “T