Alanza’s POV"Pick up, pick up, pick up," I whispered, my thumb hovering over the redial button.The kitchen tile felt like ice against my bare feet. Every time the line clicked and went to voicemail, my heart took another frantic lap around my ribs. I glanced toward the living room. Jimena was sprawled on the sofa, staring at the ceiling with an expression of pure boredom. She was the only reason I had a phone in my hand at all. We weren't friends, not by a long shot. I still halfway expected her to lung for my throat the moment I closed my eyes, but for now, our interests aligned. She didn't want me carrying an Alpha's heir any more than I wanted to be a broodmare.As long as Alpha Reynaldo believed I might already be carrying Leyton’s pup, he wouldn't touch me. He didn't want a rival's bloodline in his house. He looked at me like a math problem, not a person. There was no heat in his eyes, only the cold hum of a calculator. If he could, he would p
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