Alsto

k to the Alston family castle. Barak Schaefer was wait

odline disownment documents at my face. The paper edges s

of trash dares to come back? Do you s

the floor, my hands twistin

rky eyes filled with disgust and greed. Three years after my mother died, he'd

of Emerald Bay," he said, jer

n the ICU! You promised you'd keep paying for his life-support crys

hat crippled Alpha? I had his breathing tubes pulled

head. The blood in m

ngernails reaching for his face. "Jermai

is ring flashed beneath the chandelier as I flew backward and sl

arked, straigh

d in, twisted my arms behind my back, an

tory gates!" Barak shouted after us. "If she

rough the wrought-iron gates. My knees smashed against the ja

d over my bruised face, carrying my blood and tears into the mud. I dug my fing

f rain. A gray medical sedan screeched to a halt

ntice brother who had always protected me, ran into the storm without an umbrell

oice trembled. "I'm ge

forehead against his rain-soaked coat, and the last of my strength

ay. We traveled thousands of miles north t

oom at a border clinic, Doyle approached me

widening. "You're pregnant. Twins... Thei

wo tiny heartbeats throbbed beneath my skin. Little by little, the fear faded

ars passed in the

ass dome of the Emerald Bay International Airport

sting on my shoulders and my ice-blue eyes hidden behind frameless glasses. A specially prepared

alked beside me, drawing sta

ds were tucked into his pockets as he tapped away at the tab

hair tied into twin pigtails. She held

wice, and tugged at my sleeve. "Mommy, there ar

er collar. "Don't be afraid, sweetheart. This time, Mommy

al

te lab coat, his warm brown eyes filled with relief

aid softly. "You've fina

on, Senior Brother Doyle. Without you, I wouldn't have been able to join

d his tiny sunglasses up the bridge of

cryption on the in-vitro fertilization medical file you create

d and shot an awkward glance toward the luggage

k hair. "Darrion, don't be rude to your elde

n. As the vehicle merged onto Emerald Bay's central avenue, a massive three-

ence for the Blackstone Consortium, the

hrough a digital projection, his broad shoulders and razor-sharp jaw radiated a crushi

a diamond tiara glittering in her blonde hair

adiant, arrogant woman who had stolen my life. A

amryn," I whispered. "Everything you