ian
e back of the Pack sedan heading to Sterling Corp, my phone buzzed. It was an em
Phoenix': Luna Li
. Because I was a wolfless Omega, deaf to the Pack's *Mind-Link*, this sterile email was my only connection to the Pack's ruling core. Julia
ments of white lilies-the flowers of funerals-choked the room. But worse was the cloying, artificial stench of hot
gift of my pregnancy, dialed the si
ce. She spun around, deliberately waving a scent strip soaked
mb, my pup violently recoiled, protesting the father's betrayal. A wave of intense nausea hit me li
r executive restroom before I retched. I spla
slammed shut.
ith a dangerous, interrogating edge. His ice-blue eyes were dark with suspicion, his inner wo
he growled, his Alpha aur
ok over. "Stress-induced ulcer," I choked out, f
. I turned the label toward him-*Prescription Ulcer Medication*-then popped
led back into glacial indifference. "Take a leave of absence after the launch
stomach. I had just fed my pup right in front of
d the ice in my veins. Julian was leaning over Serena, his large hand
he table. A text fro
husband is about to breach a multi-mi
n queen, completely oblivious to the storm gathering bene
10 minutes. I'll help you
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