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, my heart still pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs

f him. Dangelo. You carry his stench. Yo

fter me, her face etched with co

ould I be all right? I had just been thrown

mind is not clear. Don't take it to he

seen his eyes. There was no confusion in

inally managed to say. I needed to

moved to a guest suite in the West Wing. It is the furthest from

from him. A hiding place.

eeds, of offering small comforts that made this unbearable sit

th dust and the faint scent of disuse. It was clear that no one of importance had stayed he

signed and locked the door, sliding down i

rror hit me. My hand flew to my stomac

as a trick, a scheme to solidify my position. With the disgust I s

until I had the power to protect mys

k its place. I couldn't be passive anymore.

the desk, and took out a not

wanted an heir. That was my shield, for now. And the West Wing, despite its coldnes

ded to understand why he despised me, the truth behind his wolf soul

r. I needed my own resources. Money. A way to

a stark list of my adva

l support. I was carrying Hayward's secret child. Martha seemed

penniless, with no family backing. I was a wolfless in a world of

be suicide. I would employ a strategy of tactical avoidance. If he didn't want to see me, I

ng money. Financial independence was t

ual translation and had always been at the top of my

use the communal computers without drawing atte

ess. It was something I could do on my own

w to get a secure computer,

t Hayward's brother, Hanson Kenned

Pack and the CFO of Sterling Tech, a pure businessman.

me? Was it about Haywar

as an opportunity. A chan

my features, trying to look calm.