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