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Chase's POV **NULLIFICATION AND DETERRENCE** FROM: ALPHA KYLAN GREENE LUNAGROVE PACK DATE: 5TH NYOX, 2377 TO: ALPHA CHASE GREY DRAKOR PACK Dear ALPHA CHASE, This is to inform you that I have contemplated your offer of doing business together and I write to rescind my prior spoken agreement while also repudiating the contract you sent.

Linda was waiting in my doorway, envelope in hand. Rielle’s handwriting on the front. Neat and very familiar. It had name. I took it with hands that wouldn’t stop shaking. Opened it right there. “Zayden, By the time you read this, I’ll already be gone. From the company. From you. I love you—so much it hurts. Enough to know that staying would only hurt you more. I’m quitting as your assistant. And I’m ending us. I’m sorry.” Rielle

Danielle "You can have it if you like it. Think of it as a little bribe. You can't say no." He added the last part when he saw I was going to reject his offer. I laughed and shrugged my shoulders. "I am just going to sell it." I lied and expected him to be offended but he just nodded and stood up. I did the same too. "It's yours now so you can do whatever you like. Save my contact and call me if anything that you can't handle comes up."

But the edge of a folder lay half-open on the desk, her name on the tab in his precise handwriting. Her pulse stuttered. She stepped closer. The file was thick, papers fanned out like secrets. She scanned the top page, medical tests she vaguely remembered signing. Then her eyes fell to a note at the margin, his dark scrawl unmistakable: Perfect candidate. Broke. No family to interfere. Desperate enough to comply. No risk of breach. She read it twice. The words cut sharper each time. No family to interfere. No risk of breach. So that’s what she was to him..a risk assessment. A debt with legs and a womb.

“Already?” “Yes, I also have your speech prepared. You can just take a look it's in your mail already” Closing the file in his hands, “that’s all for now. I will get your breakfast ready and see how the preparation is good” “Thanks Lawrence” I told him as he dropped my files on the table “And these need your signature. Any I can get for you while I'm out?” "Hm yes actually, I need you to get me the cctv footage of onyx night club for last night. The vip areas”

I close my eyes. This is the geometry of power no one teaches you. Every position has angles. Every refusal creates distance. Every acceptance creates constraint. Later that night, I draft two emails. One accepting—carefully worded, conditional, demanding clarity about independence. One declining—grateful, firm, uncompromising. I stare at both for a long time. Then I do something unexpected. I write a third. Not acceptance. Not refusal. A counter. I state that I’ll join the advisory body under specific conditions:

Or close enough to mine to make a judge pause before refusing it. I stepped closer. No flourish added. No foolish dramatic imitation. Just my usual fast slant, the clipped tail on the Y, the small upward turn at the end of Morel when I signed in haste. A careful fake is always more insulting than a clumsy one. Renaud came away from the window. “How many versions?” he asked. Julien clicked through the directory. “Three full drafts. Two scanned. One finalized packet prepared for filing. Time stamps from two nights ago.”

tomorrow. If you’re even one minute late, the offer is withdrawn. No signature. No softness. Rhea stares at the screen. Fragile. The word sits wrong. Too intimate. Too knowing. She locks the phone and lets it fall to the bed beside her. One night to decide. And the unsettling truth settles in her chest: heavy, undeniable. He doesn’t sound like a man she’ll be able to disobey. Not if she says yes to this. But then she tends to obey and resign when she has enough savings.

The entire arena is silent. Kael’s mouth is actually open. Remy (lounging beside me in Alpha mode, arms crossed) starts laughing so hard he has to lean on me to stay upright. I take the clipboard. Read it. Then I flip it over and write in perfect Deep Script across the entire back: “Bill denied. Counter-offer: come and take it.” I sign it with a lightning bolt that burns the paper to ash and sends the ashes back through the rift in the shape of a middle finger.

The paper was heavy, expensive, and cold under my fingertips. ​SURROGACY AND PARENTAL RIGHTS RELINQUISHMENT AGREEMENT. ​The bold letters seemed to scream at me. ​"I’ve read it, Mr. Sterling," I said, my voice barely rising above a whisper. I hated how weak I sounded. I hated that my hands were trembling so badly I had to clasp them in my lap to hide it. ​He finally turned around.