“She is here, Alpha,” Malachi speaks through the closed office door. “Bring her in.” The door opens and Amira’s mother steps through, her face rigid and body tense. “Please, have a seat. I just have a few questions, and I hope you will answer me honestly,” he says. “Or what? You’ll threaten me by using my daughter?” He chuckles, finishing up the reports on his desk, before looking up at her. “I can understand where your hatred toward our kind comes from, but you owe it to your daughter to tell her the truth. You knew this day would come, the responsibility is on you and no one else to handle this. If you would rather turn a blind eye, then I insist you tell me the truth and allow me to have her.” “Have her? She isn’t an object you can claim, she is my only child, and she deserves to live a peaceful and happy life. I made the choices of my past out of love for my family and the unsuspecting baby I had i
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