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