Lucius’s office was lavish, as always. Massive floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the entire sprawling city.All of this, built on the wealth of our Silver Moon pack."Have a seat, my love." Lucius pulled out a chair for me, pouring a cup of tea, playing the part of the perfect, doting mate. "I had them prepare lunch."Lunch arrived quickly, brought in by none other than Clara.She'd changed into a crisp uniform that hugged her curves just a little too perfectly.But the way her hand hovered protectively over her belly gave everything away."Your lunch, Chairman," she said, her head bowed and her voice soft. She didn't dare look at me."Leave it and get out," Lucius's tone was clipped and cold, a clear attempt to distance himself."Wait," I said suddenly.Clara's body went rigid.I dabbed my lips with a napkin, my eyes fixed on her still-flat stomach. I smiled. "Clara, right? How long have you been with the Alliance?""Al-almost three years, Luna.""Three years," I nodded, my voice ge
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