Lahat ng Kabanata ng Sugar baby to my Father’s Alpha: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

The word "condition" settled over the conference room like a cold draft.Across the table, Sterling's head came up slowly, and a sharp, eager light crept back into his eyes, the look of a man who had just been thrown a rope."A condition," Sterling repeated, sitting forward. "Well, now. That changes things, doesn't it?"Everyone ignored him.Though she did not say anything or give any outward reaction, Solana’s heart sank to the depth of her stomach as she stared at the lawyer in front of them.Alistair's eyes narrowed as he stared at Mr Hayes. “What do you mean by condition, Edmund?” he asked, dread in his voice. “A

 Alistair could not breathe.He had already been preparing for her refusal. From the moment Hayes read the clause, he had seen it in his mind as clearly as a photograph: Solana rising from her chair, saying something cold and cutting, and walking out of the room with her human at her side. He had already begun bracing himself for the door closing behind her.When she had actually said, “I'll do it," his wolf surged up so suddenly that his vision blurred at the edges, and he had to press his palms flat against the table to keep himself in his chair. His heartbeat was hot and frantic against the inside of his ribs. A mix of half hope and half dread was churning within him, and he could no

"You know your lawyer is going to have questions," Caspian muttered, drumming his fingers on the roof of the car.Solana leaned against the passenger door with her arms folded, watching the elevator at the far end of the underground garage where the valet had parked her car as they waited for Daniel to come down. The concrete pillars echoed every footstep and every slammed car door, and the air smelled of oil and cold exhaust."Yeah, I know," she said with a chuckle. “Poor guy looked so confused. He wasn’t sure if he should be scared or not.”Caspian eyed her carefully. He had expected her to bring up his and Sterling’s confrontation and even get angry at him for pulling out the gun. But so far, she seemed chill about the whole thing. 

"Careful with that one!" Solana called out, wincing as a mover roughly hoisted a long cardboard box onto his shoulder. "That's a vintage sewing machine. If it gets so much as a scratch, I'm taking it out of your tip.""Yes, ma'am," the mover said with a grin, and carried it toward the door with exaggerated care.Two weeks had passed since the reading.Two weeks of signing papers, of courier envelopes from Hayes's office arriving every other morning, of late nights at the studio rearranging schedules and calling clients one by one.Her apartment was half chaos now. Open suitcases lay on the living room floor, garment bags were draped over the couch, and a neat row of sealed boxes stood by the door with her handwriting on every one.

"Why can't I come with you?" Mira sobbed dramatically, clutching Solana's shoulder."Because somebody has to run this place," Solana said, rolling her eyes as she rubbed her assistant’s back in slow circles. "And I'm looking at her."Behind the reception desk, Annabel was pretending very hard not to cry and failing badly, dabbing at her eyes with a tissue every few seconds.Mira pulled back, her eyes red and her nose pink."Me?" she squeaked. “Are you pulling my legs?”"Yes, you," Solana said, holding out a small ring of keys. "As of today, you're the head of Lim Studios, Los Angeles. You run the clients, you run the staff, and you run the schedule. I'll be on video calls every week, and I'll fly back whenev