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"Oh, wait. I forgot. With that pale, shriveled face and those dead-fish eyes, the Alpha probably couldn't even tell if you're a boy or a girl. Don't poison the air with your pathetic stench. Get lost." I obeyed. I walked to a corner and sat down in a rickety chair. Just then, the main doors swung open. A powerful Alpha presence swept through the room. Everyone bowed their heads in submission. Andrew walked in. Even from the corner, I could feel the raw power rolling off him. He was tall, casting long shadows under the lights. His deep eyes scanned the room. Stella immediately straightened up, pushing out her chest as she walked toward him. Her face was a perfect mask of sorrow.

I press my lips against his, my fingers combing through his hair. "I want you," I breathe into his mouth. Grinding my hips for emphasis. "I want all of you." "We can't Andrea," he says. I pull away, to give him the view as I slowly unbutton my bodysuit. His eyes fixate on my exposed chest, the red bra pushing them up.

He carried a manila folder, and his face told me everything before he spoke. "Stella's clinic records. The physical file." I opened it. The photograph hit me first. A girl. Thin. Barely more than a teenager. Bruises mottled her jaw and crawled under her left eye. Her hair hung limp around a face that was all sharp edges and no color. She stared at the camera with the blank expression of someone who'd stopped expecting anything from anyone. My hands tightened until the cardboard buckled. Stella. Not a maybe. Not a resemblance. Her.

“Not now, Olivia. I must tell you this and it's none other than your newly found male friend.” “What male friend? Who are you talking about?” I asked out of curiosity. I already knew she was talking About Andrew but I pretended not to have an idea. Stella has to be up to something. She doesn't know about Andrew so why now and suddenly she happens to know? “I know you know who I am talking about. He is worse than Liam. You shouldn't be close to him.” “I have heard stories of what he does with ladies around him.” “I care about you. I know you don't trust me but it's the truth," she said further.

I groaned into my hands. "Quite the photo op." Andrew put on a pair of dark Ray-Bans. "AD2, Jamie Jaymeson, Zane Andrews, and Adrenaline all in the same space. I'd say I did all of your Instagram followers a favor, especially Will, since he doesn't have any social media..." "I like my privacy," I snapped. "Clearly. Since it's almost impossible to get ahold of you." Andrew seethed. What? "He owns his own agency. Trust me, all you have to do is lazily tell Siri what number to call." Jay rolled his eyes. "You done with this bullshit? Because we need one more run through and then you can go eat small children and join a vampire cult."

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