ne Monr
the quiet brownstone apartment my late mother had left me, picking
ust spent eight straight hours running budget reviews at the Apex office, and keepin
from the kitchen, my phone rang sharply against the wooden
breath, tapped the green icon,
at the registry today?" my biological father's voice roared thr
from my ear. "If you only called
ly on his end of the line. "How dare you void the Gordon engag
ea forty minutes before our wedding," I said, letting
ior, lecturing tone I despised. "That's because you're too cold to keep an Alpha intereste
ter glass until my knuckles turned whit
ent Banquet," Brown ordered, his tone leaving no room for ar
nt's "Scent Banquets" really were-closed-door parties where sleazy Alphas pumpe
t and serve up my gland on a platter?" I as
a dumped Omega with a ruined reputation! Climbing into
an who shared half my blood, I had never been a daughter-just a piece
y eyes as my voice turned as hard a
stole commercial secrets from Hendry Corp!" Brown snarled,
, Brown. Let's see which travels faster-your pathetic
phone down on the dining table, my ches
leaned back against the wooden chair, my fin
hey got desperate enough, they would send family guards to drag me to Beaum
e, landing on the black apartment keyca
new contact saved as "Barrett Craft," and ho
to use it. I pressed dial and raised the phone to my ea
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