Once, a perfumer had accidentally splashed a drop of lily essential oil onto my wrist, and the skin had turned red right away. That very same day, Grayson Blackthorn made sure the shop disappeared from the pack entirely.The old Grayson would have been furious over my allergic reaction. But now, he stood before my hospital bed, shielding Avery Darkcrest—an Omega in a floral dress—and telling me not to make things difficult for her."As the florist, shouldn't she be held responsible for delivering the wrong flowers?" I asked, doing my best to keep my voice calm and steady.Grayson's expression faltered almost imperceptibly, but he quickly regained his usual gentleness."Clara, don't overthink it. I just don't want to impose such a harsh punishment on our anniversary.""Then transfer her to another territory," I replied.I wanted to change the course of this nightmare, and perhaps keeping Avery away from us was one way to do it.Avery's face went pale. "Alpha Grayson, I'm begging
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