ad spent a decade perfecting. She averted her gaze almost immediately
r know that I'
'm now his personal assistant, but h
e get home." She said it flatly, not liking his striking features at all. In her experience, people with
that shifted the air in the cabin. He turned his face away, his jaw tigh
d a sudden, unbidden surge of memory. It was a "sweet" memor
e. She had been holding a plastic stick, her heart hamm
calloused hands trembling as she held it out to him.
the laptop she had worked three jobs to buy him. He only fro
ford to pay. "I'm in the middle of my finals. I told you I didn't want to have a baby with you just y
ore hours, G
it. I can't deal w
ndled it for her a week later in a burst of pain and blood she had suff
"barren" to anyone who would listen. It was a mockery she didn't understand. Alphas always had difficulties having chil
an idiot like Greene for so long? How had she stayed, serving his family, letting them rot her s
s blue eyes flickered towards her now and then, tracing t
ce estate appeared beneath them. This was the fortress sh
a reverence she hadn't felt in twelve years. They led her in to where her fat
her tracks whe
he TV to see the news, he would watch the President with an almost pathetic hunger. Greene was a crazy fan of Mr. President; he always talked about h
his chair, "That's what real power looks like. You w
od of the man he worshipped from afar. She had never gone to college because when her mates were r
under the shadow of the most powerful man in America, she felt eighteen again and not thirty. Th
ooked at the moisture in her eye
show weakness, they embrace it and mold it into a weapon. Life lessons were engraved into the bones of Vance: reven
now was a dark, viscous resentment for all men. Not just Greene, but especially those who were not in her status, the soci
rs back, her eyes
rms, his hold firm and commanding. He gave three distinct, rhythmic pats at her back, a
canning her face, her short hair, and her calloused hands, calc
you,
journey? Smoo
steadying, the Alpha in her blood beginnin
d staircase. "You could wash up. I had the maid servants help clean it up fo
truck her at first. She turned, tr
t was
g at her again, begging for recognition. That strikingly handsome face she couldn't place suddenly fe
la
bowed before her father
rs and make sure s
of a boy. The quiet, beautiful boy. The Omega whose heat cycle she
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