The Luna Who Refused the Alpha Heir
The night her father was killed, Sydney saw a wolf with a crescent scar.
Years later, she falls in love with a man who bears the same mark.
Liam is charming, protective, and everything she didn’t know she needed. He’s also a lie. A runaway Alpha’s son hiding in the city, pretending to be human while his pack searches for him.
When Sydney is kidnapped and dragged into werewolf territory, the truth tears her world apart. Liam isn’t just a wolf — he’s the heir to the very Alpha who murdered her father.
Love dies quickly after that.
Sydney walks away. Disappears. Starts over in another city. Another life. Another man.
But two years later, the wolves come hunting.
Liam is dying from a curse tied to the mate bond he tried to escape, and the pack believes Sydney is hiding his heir — the only one who can save him.
They’re wrong.
The child they’re searching for isn’t Liam’s.
Now Sydney must protect the life she rebuilt while the pack closes in, convinced she carries their future.
Because in a world ruled by wolves, truth doesn’t matter.
Blood does.
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Chapter: THREE OF THEMDean sent three photographs. All taken from street cameras in the forty-eight hours following Victor's call.The first was a man Sydney didn't recognize—broad, dark-haired, mid-thirties, standing outside her office building's rear entrance at seven in the morning. The second was a woman parked in a gray sedan two blocks from Jeremy's residence, photographed twice in the same position sixteen hours apart. The third was familiar: Aiden Cross, Liam's former beta, standing at the corner of the street where Sydney's storage unit was located—the one she had not visited since the night she had gone dark, over a year ago.Aiden. That one landed differently.Sydney forwarded all three images to Liam without comment and received a response in under four minutes: *I know all three. Give me six hours.*She sat in her office and gave him six hours.Jeremy landed from Tokyo at noon. She met him at the lobby, which she did not usually do—it was the kind of gesture that registered—and he looked at he
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Chapter: WHAT LIAM KNEWLiam found out about Victor's call in a way he hadn't expected—which was from Sydney herself.She had texted him. Not a long text. Four words: *We need to talk.*He stood in his basement apartment and read it four times. He was aware that his hands were not entirely steady. He typed back a single word—*When*—and then sat down on the edge of the bed and breathed carefully, the way his wolf required when it was pressing too hard against the surface.She replied: *Coffee. Public. Tomorrow morning. Eight a.m. Send me an address and I'll confirm.*He sent the address of a place two miles from her office—wide windows, good sightlines, busy enough that she would feel safe, quiet enough to hear each other. She confirmed in under a minute.He didn't sleep.He arrived fifteen minutes early and sat with his back to the wall, facing the door. He ordered a coffee he didn't drink.Sydney walked in at exactly eight. She was dressed for work but without the armor quality that her office clothes usual
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Chapter: VICTOR MOVESThe call came on a Thursday at six in the morning.Sydney was still in bed, and the screen read: UNKNOWN. She stared at it for three rings, her gut performing the specific kind of gymnastics that meant this was not a spam caller.She answered. "Who is this?""Someone who knew your father." The voice was male, older, with the particular cadence of a man who was accustomed to complete sentences carrying the weight of orders. "Sydney Hale, formerly of Beaumont City. Daughter of Thomas Hale, who ran from the Westfield Pack the year you were born."Sydney sat up. The room was dark. Jeremy was in Tokyo for a board meeting. She was alone and entirely awake."I don't know what you're talking about," she said, her voice flat."Of course you do." A pause. "My name is Victor Stone. I believe you've had some acquaintance with my son."The room felt smaller. She made herself breathe."I'm going to hang up," she said."Before you do." His tone did not change—no urgency, no threat. Which was the thr
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Chapter: THE THING ABOUT CRACKSSydney made a mistake on a Wednesday.It was small. Almost nothing. She took a different route home than usual—a longer one, through the older part of the city where the streets narrowed and the lighting was amber and the coffee shop on the corner stayed open until midnight. She told herself it was because she wanted air. She did not tell herself the truth, which was that the crack Dean had put in her certainty with one name—Elara Stone, deceased—had been widening all week, and she needed to think.She was two blocks from the coffee shop when she heard footsteps.Unhurried. Not following, exactly. Parallel.She stopped outside a bookshop window and pretended to look at the display. In the reflection of the glass, she saw him. Liam, half a block back on the opposite sidewalk, hands in his jacket pockets, not looking at her.She could have walked faster. She could have called Dean. She could have crossed the street and made it obvious she knew, or ducked into any of three open establish
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Chapter: DINNER AND A GHOSTJeremy suggested dinner at a place he liked—quiet, small tables, a menu that did not have prices printed because the clientele didn't require them. Sydney wore a red dress because red was the color she put on when she needed to feel like she had not been shaken.She had been shaken.They sat across from each other, and the candlelight did what candlelight does, and for a while she let herself simply be there. Jeremy talked about a potential acquisition in the Pacific Northwest. She talked about the quarter-end report. They shared a dessert because Jeremy had begun to learn her habits—she always wanted dessert but rarely ordered it alone.It was a good dinner. It was exactly the kind of dinner that normal people had, in normal cities, without the shadow of obsessive werewolves stretching into their evenings.Then Sydney looked up from her wine and saw Liam across the room.He was sitting at the bar. Alone. Dressed in dark clothing that was too composed for coincidence. He was not looki
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Chapter: WHAT DEAN FOUNDDean Okafor was not the kind of man who used the word "concerning" lightly. He had spent eleven years in federal law enforcement, four more in corporate intelligence, and had developed the quiet, unhurried manner of someone who had seen enough that almost nothing rattled him.He knocked on Sydney's office door at eleven a.m. with a manila folder and a look on his face that was two degrees south of neutral."Director Hale." He closed the door behind him and sat without being asked—Sydney appreciated that. People who waited to be told to sit wasted time. "I have something you need to see."She closed her laptop. "Talk to me."Dean opened the folder. He laid three photographs on her desk in a neat row. Surveillance stills, grainy but legible. The first showed Liam outside the corporate parking structure. The second was him on the sidewalk across from the building, facing her office window, standing completely still for what the timestamp indicated was forty-seven minutes. The third was t
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Chapter: Anger at His ThresholdI didn't sleep.Not a single minute.I spent the whole night pacing my apartment like a feral cat, checking my phone every five seconds even though I KNEW the message had been delivered. Delivered. Blue tick. No reply.Damian saw my text.Damian SAW "The pregnancy is yours," and still didn't respond.The longer I thought about it, the more my blood boiled.Who does he think he is? Ignoring me? Acting confused in the hospital, pretending he didn't notice the timeline? Then ghosting me after I finally told him the truth?Unacceptable.So yes - I was fully justified when, at exactly 8:02 a.m. on Saturday morning, I marched straight to his door and banged on it like I was owed money.Because I was.Emotionally.And hormonally.And spiritually.The door finally swung open - and there he was. Damian Cross. Tall, rumpled from sleep, hair messy, wearing joggers and a T-shirt, looking unfairly attractive for someone who deserved to be punched in the throat.His eyes widened the second he saw m
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Chapter: The Deleted ConfessionBy the time I was discharged from the hospital the next morning, Damian had turned into a robot.A polite, professional, maddening robot.He drove me home in complete silence—well, not silence, the man had the audacity to turn on the traffic updates radio station—then dropped me off with a stiff “Rest.”No hug.No comforting hand.Not even a smile.He didn’t even wait to see if I made it inside the building before driving off.The next day at work was worse.Much worse.I spotted him the second I stepped into the office—standing by the glass panels with two managers, suit immaculate, posture perfect, expression unreadable.When he saw me… he froze.Just for a second.Just enough for me to see the crack.Then he straightened and gave me a nod. A literal nod. Like he was greeting a board member, not a woman whose unconscious body he carried into the ER less than 24 hours ago.“Good morning,” he said stiffly.“Morning,” I muttered, glaring.He didn’t wait for anything else. He just turne
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Chapter: …ready to strangle him with my IV lineElena's POVI surfaced into consciousness like someone dragging me out of deep water. Sound came first—muffled voices, the distant beeping of a monitor—then the blinding hospital lights.And then him.Damian.Sitting stiffly beside my bed like he’d been carved out of expensive marble, jaw locked so tight the muscle twitched. His elbows rested on his knees, both hands clasped together like he was praying—or trying very hard not to smash something.He noticed the moment my eyelids fluttered. His head snapped up.And God… his eyes.Cold. Guarded. Calculating.The ultrasound picture lay folded with surgical precision on the bedside table, placed there like evidence in a crime scene.I blinked, throat tight. “Damian?”He didn’t answer right away. He just watched me—too intensely, like every breath I took was suspicious.Finally, he spoke. “You passed out.” His tone was clipped. Controlled. “The doctor said it was stress, exhaustion… and the pregnancy.” The last word came out like it person
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Chapter: It's YOU, you Imbecile!Elena's POVIt's been a month. One whole month of simmering rage, indignation, and silent plotting.And I'm still furious at me. Furious at the universe. And absolutely, completely, unequivocally furious that Damian-my Damian, the idiot who got me pregnant-has the audacity to be out there gallivanting with Rachael like nothing happened.Like he didn't just ruin my uterus. Damian, of course, was seated across the conference table in his usual smugly charming way, his designer suit perfectly tailored, hair impossibly styled, and that infuriating half-smile that made women swoon and men hate him in equal measure.I'm sitting in the middle of a meeting, trying my absolute best to look calm and professional while listening to Damian prattle on about quarterly projections. My jaw is tight. My hands are folded neatly on the table, but inside, I am simmering like a pressure cooker.I mean-seriously. I clench my fists under the table, nails digging into my palms.My stomach churns. Not just
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Chapter: Two LinesI stare at the calendar on my phone for the fifth time this morning, as if the dates will magically rearrange themselves and show me something different. Maybe I counted wrong. Maybe work stress shifted my cycle. Maybe the universe is simply confused.But I'm not.My period is six days late.Six.That has never happened. Not to me. Not with my body that has always been annoyingly punctual-almost too punctual. So why now? Why this month? Why after everything has spun completely off its axis?"No," I whisper to myself, pacing the length of my tiny living room. "You're overthinking. It's stress, Elena. Just stress."Except my chest is tight. My palms are sweaty. And every time I breathe, I feel something coil tighter in my stomach-fear, hope, panic, I don't even know.There's only one explanation. One disturbing, impossible, stupid explanation.Damian.My body goes hot all at once. Not Lucas. Not Lucas-we haven't been intimate in weeks. Not since things got... whatever they became. Cold.
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Chapter: The Tie Between UsElena's POVIf humiliation had a shape, mine would've looked exactly like a chrome coffee cup frozen halfway to Lucas's mouth.That was the moment everything went downhill.But today?Today was somehow worse.Rachael was back.Not back as in "visiting."Not back as in "dropping something off."Back as in fully reinstated, standing beside Damian with a shiny new badge and a smile that made me want to throw her into the nearest elevator shaft.I watched them from down the hall because apparently I was a glutton for punishment. Rachael stood close to him-too close-holding her tablet while Damian reviewed something on it. They weren't touching, but the air between them was soft, familiar.Comfortable.The kind of comfortable people only have when they've shared more than spreadsheets.I swallowed a sour taste.Two days ago, she'd been transferred across the city. Two days ago, she'd packed her things and left this office quietly. Two days ago, Damian hadn't said a word about missing her.
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Offside Hearts
Marcus Halverin is used to winning. As the university’s star athlete, confidence comes easily — along with the belief that the world revolves around him.
Kelsey Vale disagrees the moment they meet.
Kelsey Vale works too hard, studies too much, and has zero patience for arrogant athletes born into privilege — especially when one of them turns out to be the son of the wealthy family employing her mother.
Sharp-tongued and impossible to intimidate, she refuses to treat him like campus royalty, and their instant dislike quickly turns into an all-out rivalry.
Their rivalry quickly becomes legendary, fueled by insults, competition, and a stubborn refusal to back down. Yet beneath the arguments, Marcus begins to notice the girl who challenges him without fear, and admiration turns into something far more dangerous. He falls first for her, quietly and completely.
Kelsey refuses to trust it. Boys like Marcus don’t change, and she refuses to become another girl dazzled by his world. She fights her feelings.
But when someone new enters Marcus’s life — effortless, beautiful, and willing to give him the admiration Kelsey never would — he finally stops chasing what he cannot have.
Then Kelsey realizes she is deeply in love with Marcus already and she cannot watch the man she loves go with another woman.
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Chapter: Chapter ThirteenKelsey's POVThe grade came back on a Monday: 94%.The professor's comment was brief and direct: *Outstanding structural reasoning. The adaptive load concept is the most original design this cohort has produced. Well done.*I was sitting in the campus café when I got the email. I read it twice. Then I called my mom, who cried a little, which made me cry a little, which I then blamed on caffeine and moved on from.Then I texted Marcus. No greeting, no preamble: *94.*His reply came in four seconds: *CALLED IT. Pay up, Kelsey.*Me: *We didn't have a bet.*Marcus: *We should have. I told you we'd do well.*Me: *You said "great."*Marcus: *94% IS great. Borderline phenomenal.*I was smiling at my phone like an idiot in a public café. I turned it face-down on the table.This was the problem. This was the specific, precise problem I had been managing with varying success for three weeks. Marcus Halverin, in his natural performing habitat, was manageable. Marcus Halverin being genuine, being
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Chapter: Chapter TwelveMarcus's POVThe showcase was on a Wednesday.We arrived together — which was either completely neutral or absolutely not neutral, depending on whose perception you were working from. Kelsey wore this deep burgundy top with high-waisted trousers and her hair down for once, which she never did in academic settings. She had her notes on index cards she never looked at.I wore my best blazer and tried not to think about the fact that I'd spent twenty minutes deciding what to wear, which was more time than I'd spent on any outfit since formal night at junior prom.We were the sixth group to present.I stood next to her at the front of the room and looked out at the faculty panel, the cohort, the three external reviewers in the back row with their notepads. A week ago, this scenario would have induced the freeze.Instead, I thought about the lacrosse analogy. I thought about load distribution. I thought about Kelsey in the study saying *you know this material, own it* — and the way she'd s
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Chapter: Chapter ElevenKelsey's POVThe engineering department's mid-semester showcase was every student's collective nightmare fuel.You presented your design project — live, in front of the faculty panel, your entire cohort, and a rotating audience of external industry reviewers — and they asked questions that were specifically engineered to make you question every decision you'd ever made, including being born.Marcus and I had two weeks.We had a design. A solid one, actually — a modular pedestrian bridge concept with adaptive load distribution that I was quietly, privately proud of. It was good work. The kind my dad would have appreciated.The problem was the presentation itself. I was fine — I'd been doing public speaking since I joined the debate club at fourteen. Marcus was... not fine.I discovered this on a Tuesday evening when we ran through the first practice presentation in the study. He stood up, picked up his clicker, looked at the screen, and went completely silent for four seconds."Marcus.
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Chapter: Chapter TenMarcus's POVThe thing about being injured is that it strips everything else away.No practice. No teammates slapping your back after a good drill. No crowd noise, no strategy, no forward motion. Just you, your thoughts, a resistance band, and the ceiling of your childhood bedroom at two in the morning.I'd been in that room for three weeks. Before Kelsey arrived, the silence had been heavy in a way I didn't have words for. Like being benched by the universe and told to figure out who you were when you weren't the guy with the stick.Now the silence felt different.I was about to cross a line I'd been circling for weeks. I knew it. I tried to stop myself. I opened my phone, looked at the texts from my teammate Jared — three "bro what's going on" messages I hadn't answered — then put the phone down. Picked it up again. Put it down.Picked it up again and typed: *Kelsey, I need to tell you something.*I stared at it.Deleted it.Typed: *Are you awake?*Deleted that too.I put the phone
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Chapter: Chapter NineKelsey's POVI was not catching feelings. I want that stated clearly and on the record. What I was experiencing was a completely rational response to a high-stress environment combined with chronic sleep deprivation and the psychological confusion of having your entire living situation collapse and then be rebuilt inside the home of your academic nemesis. Any sociologist would agree.That's all it was.I kept telling myself this on Friday morning when Marcus showed up to our tutoring session having done — unprompted, unassigned, entirely voluntarily — the next two chapters of work.I stared at his notebook. His handwriting was terrible, but the methodology was right. All of it."You did this yourself?" I asked, because I needed confirmation before I rearranged my entire understanding of him."I had some time after physio," he said, like it was nothing."Your moment diagrams are correct.""I know.""Your beam deflection formula is—""Also correct?"I closed my mouth. He watched me with
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Chapter: Chapter EightMarcus's POVI want to go on record and say: having Kelsey Vale in my house was not the romantic, cinematic experience my brain had apparently been expecting.Day one. She reorganized the study's bookshelf by subject and author, then left a sticky note on the dining table that said "The couches in the east lounge are arranged inefficiently. I moved them." She had moved them. Into a formation that made absolutely no visual sense but apparently "optimized traffic flow."Day two. She woke up at 5 a.m. I know this because I heard cabinet doors downstairs and came down to find her making coffee in the dark kitchen, already in her full "I have things to do" mode — hoodie, glasses, laptop open, three textbooks spread across the island counter."You're up early," I said."You're up late," she replied without looking up.It was five in the morning.Day three. She started tutoring me again, this time in the actual study, and it was objectively worse than the library because now there was no neu
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Father's Secret, Daughter's Ruin
In the world of the ultra-wealthy Greg family, reputation is everything—and it’s all a lie. Kassy thought she was walking toward her happily-ever-after with her billionaire fiancé, Jamal, until a stray text on her sister’s phone exposed a nightmare: Jamal is the secret father of her sister Lily’s baby. But the betrayal doesn't stop there. Jamal is a former high-end escort who unknowingly shared a bed with his own father-in-law, Greg, the family patriarch who hides his sexuality behind a mask of cold authority. Meanwhile, Lily’s "perfect" husband, Ethan, is a calculating predator hiding a secret vasectomy and a dark history of silencing the women he’s used. When Kassy’s brother, James, returns with his secret wife, Marie—a woman Ethan once tried to destroy—the family’s polished image begins to shatter. Kassy is no longer the grieving bride; she’s a woman scorned with a front-row seat to the destruction of a dynasty.
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Chapter: CHAPTER TWENTY-NINEThe North VIP wing of St. Jude’s had been transformed into a high-tech fortress. Since the scare with the Braxton Hicks, Eleanor had effectively staged a coup of the hospital floor. Private security stood at the elevators, and the nursing staff had been replaced by a team of stone-faced professionals who reported directly to the Vance matriarch. Inside her room, Lily felt less like a patient and more like a high-value prisoner. The air was perpetually cold, and the silence was only broken by the rhythmic hum of the fetal monitor, a sound that now felt like a ticking clock.Lily sat propped up against the pillows, her eyes fixed on the door. Ethan was sitting in the corner, his head in his hands. The tension between them had moved past the point of romance; they were two people trapped in a sinking ship, looking for a single life jacket.She’s going to do it, Lily whispered, her voi
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Chapter: CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHTThe news from the prison had given Marie a temporary high. Seeing the text from Kassy about Greg’s total meltdown behind bars felt like a win for every person he had ever stepped on. It was a rare moment of justice in a world that usually let men like him buy their way out of hell. Marie finished her shift at the high-end boutique in Victoria Island, humming to herself as she folded the last of the silk scarves. She was already planning a special dinner for Maya, maybe even a stop at the toy shop on the way home. The air in Lagos felt lighter, as if a heavy fog had finally lifted.But as she reached her apartment and slid her key into the lock, the lightness vanished. The door wasn't just unlocked; it was slightly ajar.Marie’s breath hitched. Her first thought went to a common robbery, but the silence coming from inside was too heavy, too deliberate. She pushed the door open slowly, her eyes scanning the small living area. Nothing was overturned. No electronics were missing. Everythi
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Chapter: CHAPTER TWENTY - SEVENThe air inside the maximum-security visiting hall smelled like industrial floor wax and stale despair. It was a sharp, depressing contrast to the high-end air purifiers and Jo Malone candles that usually scented the Greg mansion. Kassy adjusted the strap of her designer bag, feeling the weight of the phone in her pocket. Beside her, Elena walked with a rigid grace, her face a mask of cold composure. This was the first time they had seen Greg since the FBI had hauled him away in front of 4.9 million live viewers."You don't have to do this, Mom," Kassy whispered as they approached the bulletproof glass partition. "We can just turn around. We’ve already won."Elena didn't blink. "I need to see the ghost, Kassy. I need to see him in the light so I can stop dreaming about him in the dark."Then, the heavy steel door on the other side opened.
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Chapter: CHAPTER TWENTY - SIXThe morning air in Marie’s small apartment felt unusually heavy, like the atmosphere right before a tropical storm breaks. She was standing in her tiny kitchen, packing a lunch box for her daughter, Lyra. It was a mundane task—cutting the crusts off sandwiches, peeling an orange—but today, Marie’s hands wouldn't stop shaking.Ever since the Greg empire had crumbled, Marie had felt a strange sense of relief, but also a lingering paranoia. She had helped Kassy take down a giant, but she knew that when giants fall, they leave massive craters.Her phone vibrated on the laminate countertop. It was a text from Kassy.“Heads up. Ethan’s mother is in town. She just turned the hospital into a war zone. Lily had a scare last night. Eleanor Vance is officially back.”
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Chapter: CHAPTER TWENTY - FIVEThe sirens of the private ambulance were a frantic, high-pitched scream that mirrored the pulsing agony in Lily’s abdomen. Every bump in the road felt like a jagged blade twisting in her gut. Beside her, Ethan held her hand, but his grip was clammy, his eyes darting toward the partition as if he expected his mother to phase through the glass. Eleanor wasn't in the ambulance—she was trailing behind in a black Maybach—but her presence was a suffocating shroud that covered the entire city.By the time they reached St. Jude’s Private Wing, the "Eleanor Vance Effect" was already in full swing."Out of the way!" a head nurse barked, flanking the gurney as Lily was wheeled through the sliding glass doors. But before the medical team could even reach the elevator, a sharp, rhythmic clicking of heels silenced the ER foyer.Eleanor walked in, her
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Chapter: CHAPTER TWENTY - FOURThe knock on the door wasn't the polite, rhythmic tap of a concierge. It was a sharp, demanding series of raps that sounded like a countdown to an explosion. Lily, shifting her weight as the baby gave another uncomfortable shove against her ribs, sighed and looked at Ethan. He was already halfway to the kitchen to refill his cider, his back turned."I’ll get it," Lily muttered, pulling herself up from the chaise lounge with a groan. "It’s probably the laundry service. They always forget the gate code and get aggressive."She smoothed her silk robe over her eight-month bump and walked toward the foyer. Her feet were swollen, her back ached, and she was in no mood for incompetence. She pulled the heavy oak door open, ready to snap at whatever delivery person stood on the other side.Instead, she was met with a woman who looked like she had been carved out of ice and dipped in Chanel. She was in her late fifties, with a bob so sharp it could draw blood and eyes the color of a winter stor
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