Your son’s life is on the line. The only way to save him? His biological brother’s blood. But when you track down the real father, you uncover a shocking twist: the clinic swapped the sperm—yours came from the wrong vault. And the donor? Your boss. 😳
Lihat lebih banyakCora “I haven’t touched that report,” I said, my voice sharp, slicing through the heavy tension in Kingston’s office. “That’s not my work.”Amy’s arms were folded across her ample chest, mouth twisted into a smirk that made my blood boil. “You handed it off to me the day before you left the department. I remember it very clearly.” “You’re lying,” I snapped, heat rising up my neck. “You’re just making this up because you want someone to blame.”Kingston stood near the window, the city skyline behind him casting harsh shadows across his face. He hadn’t said anything as Amy and I sparred—just listened, his frown deepening as Amy and I traded accusations.When he finally turned, his tone was difficult to interpret. “Cora. Unless you can provide evidence that contradicts the access records, you’ll be suspended without pay. It’s standard company policy.”I froze.No. I couldn’t be suspended. I couldn’t risk losing this job. “You can’t be serious,” I said, stunned. “I am,” he said, gaze
CoraRock had offered to watch Riley for a couple of hours while I went out for groceries. At first, I hesitated, but Rock had waved it off with a grin and insisted that he didn’t mind.So I left them with strict instructions and my phone volume turned all the way up, just in case.When I returned after a few hours with two tote bags full of ingredients for my next baking endeavor, my phone buzzed.My heart did a little jump when I saw who it was.It was Kingston calling.As he spoke, he sounded slightly uncomfortable asking me for tutor recommendations. I wondered if he was simply not used to reaching out to others for help as the Alpha of his pack.As I walked through the front door, Rock turned the corner to greet me with Riley trailing close behind. “Cora!” Rock exclaimed. The air smelled like peanut butter and finger paint.Abruptly, the call disconnected.I stared at the screen, pulse racing.Why had he hung up so abruptly? Was that an accident? Either way, I didn’t have time t
KingstonWhen I heard Cora’s sharp intake of breath and the crack in her voice as she asked, “Is Riley hurt?” something twisted in my chest.The feeling in me was instinctive, too forceful to ignore. I had to help.The Beta driving us—a younger wolf whose name I didn’t know—chuckled lightly as he sped down the highway. “Boys need to fight in order to grow,” he said with a grin, his golden eyes flashing in the rearview mirror.I turned my gaze on him, quiet but heavy. Pointed. Immediately, the Beta winced and turned his attention back to the road.Cora, sitting beside me, clutched her phone in both hands. “The doctor said Riley can’t get injured,” she said quietly, almost to herself. “Not seriously. Not too much blood… He said Riley will just keep bleeding on and on if he does.”My frown deepened. “Drive faster,” I ordered, my voice a low rumble.The Beta’s glanced at me again, this time cautiously. “Of course, sir.”We sped through the city, and I dug my nails into the leather seat
CoraDespite how sharp Kingston's words had been, I couldn’t bring myself to be upset. His tone might’ve been cold—maybe even mocking—but he’d stepped in when I needed him most.He’d saved me from Zach.When Zach had grabbed me, when the whole office stood watching in hushed judgment, it was Kingston’s voice that broke through the veil of humiliation. It was Kingston alone who made it stop.And now, somehow, I was in the elevator with him, heading to the underground garage for the day’s lab inspection.I kept my eyes forward, posture stiff, clutching the tablet with the inspection schedule like it was a shield. The awkward feeling between us was like a physical, tangible thing.My reflection in the elevator door was messier than I would have liked—eyes puffy, makeup smudged, jaw clenched. So much for looking professional. So much for composure.Thanks a lot, Zach.My hand trembled as I wiped under my eyes with the back of my hand, turning my head away to shield the gesture. I didn’t w
CoraI was halfway through Riley’s bedtime story when my phone buzzed. I glanced at it quickly, trying not to lose my spot.It was a message from Kingston. “Arrange tomorrow’s lab inspection,” the message said. “Have the schedule finalized by morning.”No greeting. No "please." Just a cold directive like always. Strictly businesses.But I guess I could have assumed it would be this terse. We hadn’t been exactly friendly since he had overheard me calling him a capitalist pig to Rock.I was just grateful that he hadn’t confronted me about it. Yet.I finished the story, tucked Riley in, and promised I’d be back to check on him later. Then I brewed a cup of coffee, pulled out my laptop, and opened every file I could find related to Kingston’s previous inspection preferences.I pored over all the information I could find, spending hours combing through everything until my eyes hurt from staring at my computer screen. No detail was too small.I studied the lab maps until I could redraw the
Cora “Hayden Wiltmen.”The name hung in the air long after the doctor had spoken it. It reverberated against the walls and echoed in my ears.My heart skipped a beat.Hayden.That name didn’t mean anything to me. I mentally rifled through everyone I’d met at work: the researchers, the assistants, even the janitorial staff. I then searched through the catalog of people I knew in my limited personal life.No Hayden.The doctor’s expression softened. “I’m sorry we couldn’t be more help, ma’am.”I gave him a tired smile. “Thanks anyway.”Leaving the hospital, I walked slowly, clutching the small folder of papers they’d given me and feeling like I was in a dream. The folder was mostly worthless now. My only hope was the missing sperm report. And Daisy.Daisy… who still hadn’t returned a single call or message.I’d textetd her again right after leaving the hospital. “Daisy, please. I just need to ask about the report. Call me,” I begged her.No reply.By the time I got home, dusk was cree
KingstonI watched Cora walk away, Riley’s small hand tucked in hers, the boy glancing back over his shoulder with a wide-eyed, trusting expression. Something in me pulled tight at the little boy’s look.It was odd. I wasn’t the sentimental type. I didn’t get attached easily—especially not to children.But lately, if I was being honest, I’d found myself softening. Perhaps it was the timing, or the sudden awareness that somewhere out there, a child of my own blood had been born without my knowledge.After my sperm had gone missing, the idea of a child of my own was taking shape. A miniature version of myself made of all of my best parts. That kind of truth reorders a man’s priorities.And Riley… he was different.It was in the way he looked at Cora with unshakable love. There was something raw and real about him I hadn’t seen in a child before.Maybe that’s why I found him so… familiar. After learning about our similar allergies, perhaps I had even seen a bit of myself in him,The kid
KingstonThe moment I heard the word "Dad,” everything around me paused.The noise in the restaurant, the chatter of families, the clink of silverware—all of it faded. None of it mattered but that one word and the little boy who had said it.I turned slowly as the bullying children scattered, unsure of what I expected to see. The speaker stunned me immediately into stillness.It was the boy from earlier—the one who’d nearly fallen down the stairs at the doctor’s office—was looking right at me.Riley.His big eyes, still damp with tears, stared up at me, a flicker of recognition and confusion flashing across his face. “Why did you call me that?” I asked. I crouched down so I was eye-level with him.He blinked and looked away awkwardly. “Your shirt,” he said softly, tugging at the edge of his own. “My dad used to wear shirts like that.”Used to.My chest tightened over this little detail, but I forced myself to keep my voice calm. “But I’m not your dad.”Riley nodded solemnly. “I know.
CoraMy mouth went dry.And just like that, my world changed all over again.I don’t know what I expected when I looked up—but it wasn’t him.The new CEO everyone had been buzzing about. The one with the chiseled jaw and impossible presence. The one who just casually mentioned finding the woman who used his sperm.And that was the moment my brain stopped working.The coffee I had been holding—my lifeline—slipped between my numb fingers and crashed to the floor. The mug broke and coffee splashed across my feet and ankles.The man was looking at me with a frown, like he was displeased. He raised a brow at the shattered mug, and I felt heat creep into my face.Then he turned and walked into his office like he hadn’t just shattered my reality.I stood there in the silence that followed, the heat creeping up my neck. My fingers tingled. My knees were suddenly made of spaghetti.I bent down to clean up the mess I made, grateful for something to do while I sorted through my flurrying thought
Cora“Why does this test say Riley isn’t my son?”My husband, Zach, burst into the conference room and slammed a DNA test into my face, shouting loud enough to shake the walls.Just a second earlier, the manager had started to say my name in the promotion meeting.Smirks. Whispers.My wolf coworkers looked pleased—like watching me get dragged was the highlight of their day.It gave them the perfect excuse to ignore my work, my late nights, everything I’d done to get here—and reduce me to a woman who “couldn’t even keep her legs closed.”The Manager didn’t even look at me. Just crossed his arms and frowned, like I’d fooled him somehow. “Maybe take this outside?” he said, nodding toward the door.It wasn’t a suggestion. My stomach dropped.I heard snickers behind me. My face burned, but I forced a smile. “Of course. I’ll be right back.”Zach kept yelling as I dragged him into an empty office. He shook off my grip and started pacing like a caged animal. “Why would you even ask that?” ...
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