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I clenched my teeth so hard my jaw hurt. This was not the first time this had happened. This had happened every single time something important came up. Every time I stepped back. Every time, I told myself I was being petty. Every time, I reminded myself that Mina had saved his life once, that he owed her everything, that I needed to be understanding. I had told myself that so many times I almost believed it. Today felt different. “You know I created this report,” I said, forcing the words out in an even tone. “If there are questions—”

Cain smiled, and a faint blush crept onto his cheek at the mention of her. Kade's face lit up for a moment. "Really?" Cain nodded once. "Alpha Cain." Beta Max called out as he approached them. "I have a report to make." "Oh, hey Kade." Beta Max greeted, acknowledging him briefly. "Hi Max." Kade responded, then turned to leave. "Kade, tomorrow, don’t be late." Cain called after him. Kade continued walking without turning back, though a small smile lingered at the corner of his lips as he disappeared into the path ahead.

and turned back to my screen. Another notification buzzed. This time, a call. Unknown number. I sighed, pinched the bridge of my nose, and answered anyway. “Yeah?” “Good afternoon, am I speaking with Mr. Tristan Logan?” a female voice asked over the phone. What now? “Yes,” I answered. “This is Kara from Goldline Insurance. Just calling to confirm the details on the claim filed for your BMW. Accident report from last Tuesday?” I froze. “What?” I didn’t remember filing any claim. Was this a mistake?

"Hi, this is Emily from the front desk. My grandma needs an immediate heart surgery, but I don't have enough money at the moment. I remember the company has a critical illness grant—I want to apply for it. What documents do I need?" The voice on the other end hesitated, clearly moved by her urgent situation. "Emily, I'm really sorry to hear this. You meet the criteria for the grant. I’ll expedite the paperwork for you. You just need to email the necessary medical documentation and proof of family relationship. We’ll process it as quickly as possible, but it might take about a week for approval."

Then two more. Rylan let out a soft breath. “Holy shit.” Kira was already smiling like she’d known this was coming all along. Kael rose in me like a storm tide, pressing against my skin. "Mate. Alpha. Queen. Claim her. Now." And gods help me, I wanted to. But she didn’t need claiming. Not now. She stood alone. But not unclaimed. I stepped forward, joining her at the ridge, our shoulders brushing. Tessa didn’t look at me, but she reached out and clasped my hand.

My husband tormented my life enough, I didn't need another devil delving in. I sat back down in my office chair, my hands moving to place my underwear and card neatly into the box. I placed the lid on the box, pushing it to the side of my table. I rang my assistant and she was there within seconds. “Clara, I want you to have this.” I smiled kindly at her gesturing to the package on my table. A look of surprise crossed her features before her face was back to normal. “Ma’am but I can't—” she whispered, looking shy. I interrupted her before she could finish her statement,

“You’re reward points should show up on your account within a few days.” “Thank you,” I replied, not completely turning back toward her. My phone dinged. I pulled it from my pocket, expecting a text from Bina. It wasn’t. It was just a random text. “We know.”

"But I'm not promising anything." "That's all I'm asking. A trade agreement. Legitimate. Something that keeps us independent." A pause, and then, quieter: "Please. You're our last option." I should have said no. I should have hung up and gone back to the version of my life where wolves were a closed door I'd bricked shut myself. Instead I thought about Caelum's hand on my chest. About a folder full of things I didn't understand. About a mother I might finally have a reason to grieve properly, if I could find out what actually happened to her.

“What do you want?” “Simple,” she said. “You sign over your claim to the inheritance, and this all disappears. The lawsuits, the media circus, the inspectors, everything.” I let out a bitter laugh. “You think you can threaten me into walking away?” “Oh, I don’t threaten, dear. I guarantee.” She reached into her handbag and slid another envelope across the table. “Your mother’s insurance claim,” she said softly. “Do you know what happens when fraud is detected in a medical account? They cancel coverage. Retroactively. All of her bills, every treatment, suddenly due in full.”

"Who's in charge of processing insurance expense claims? I'm here to collect payment." "Over here." Alicia raised her finger before taking a seat. Peggy placed the documents in front of Alicia. With a forced smile, she spoke coquettishly, "Miss, I'm here to claim my expense. Could you handle it?" After glancing at the documents, Alicia replied, "I'm sorry, but these documents don't meet the requirements." "How do they not meet the requirements? Mr. Garland signed these documents himself. Don't you recognize his signature?" Peggy's voice turned shrill.