ta Ch

entral Healing Sanctuary made my stomach

. Please, prep the operating room!" I gasped, slamming my ID

rgency cranial surgery, Luna. The fee is fifty thousand gold

handing over my high

eped with a ha

the nurse sa

assing her another one. The money in that account came from m

eclined

pitying. "I'm sorry, Miss. Alpha Hazen issued a territory-wide

veins. The air in my

ndmother as leverage to force me to crawl back and apologize to his mistress! The sheer, monstrous cruelty of it sliced through my che

pulled out my phone an

.. Ri

a. Hazen is busy comforting me right now. He said if you're calling about y

before I cou

, my vision blurring, when a shar

the stray dog runni

the Sanctuary's VIP anti-aging clinic, strolled into the lobby flanked by her p

udly, drawing the attention of everyone in the lobby. "This is what happens when a

ndmother's life. "Vivienne, please. My grandmother is dying. L

delight. She stepped closer, her cheap

ve you the fertility injection right now," Vivienne demanded, pointing at the c

e doctor's hand, a violent sh

tearing through my veins, treating me like nothing more than a worthless breeding machine. And now, with my unborn pup growin

pat, my voice drippin

sted with fury. "Yo

e quiet, dimly lit stairwell at the corner of the lobby. Only ten minu

olently. I was co

out the heavy, gold-embossed black card. The image of Lady Hortensia's bright,

my on

irect line into my ph

cted on the ve

is

my spine. Even through the phone, I instantly recognized that dominant voice. It was the man who had pulled

t the cold concrete wall to steady my trembling legs. "I'm t

, followed by a low, unreadable hum. "I know. My

spite my best efforts to stay strong. "My grandmother needs surgery right now, and my accoun

n, his voice crisp, cold, and absol

nds later, my phone buzzed violently with an encr

0,000 gold coins. Sen

ten times the amount I asked for w

re door, ran back to the billing counter, and sla

nt! Prep the operating roo

tal receipt. The color drained from her face, and she grabbed her radio in

the lobby waiting to watch me break,

isting with ugly jealousy. "Where would a wolfless orphan get that

usted hand, aiming a vici

A

e heavy, automated glass doors of the S

wept through the massive lobby. It wasn't just a scent; it

the security guards-instinctively dropped to their knees on the marble tiles. They

the entrance like a d

ng over the kneeling crowd with the disdain of an emperor surveyin

Her knees buckled instantly, sendi

, her voice shaking with absolute dread as