Rogue Strikes, but Alpha Still Celebrates His Secretary's Birthday
My daughter hid inside the cabinet, her trembling hands dialing her father—James, the Alpha of our pack.
"Mommy's bleeding a lot. Please, come back and save her," she pleaded.
"I'm busy. Don't bother me," James said coldly. "If she's going to die, make sure she does it far away."
As he wished, I never bothered him again.
Because I really did die, right in front of our wedding photo.
When he found out, he went mad, completely mad.
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