Chapter 77
Half an hour later, a loud red truck pulled up Ada got out Clicking boots, that flashy red robe She strutted inside like she owned the place. The id
Luna was gone This was hers now
“Joseph~” she called, voice sweet
He was on the fur sofa Relaxed. In command.
She went right for his lap. “I’m here. Miss me?”
Slap
The sound cracked through the room. She hit the floor. Her face swelled fast. Blood from her mouth.
She held her cheek, stunned. “Joseph… you hit me?”
He stood up, towering over her. His Alpha pressure pushed down, heavy. His eyes were cold. Like looking at dirt.
“How many times,” he growled, low and dangerous, “did I tell you? Don’t provoke her. Don’t let her see you. Are you deaf?”
“I… I didn’t…”
“Still lying!” He threw a stack of printed chats and pictures at her. They hit her face. “What are these? Sending photos of my den? Sending recordings? Humiliating her? Who said you could?”
She looked at the mess on the floor. The truth was there. No escape.
She dropped the act. Crawled to him, grabbed his leg, crying. “Joseph, I did it because I love you! I was jealous! I couldn’t stand being a secret! And I’m carrying your pup! Your bloodline! You wanted a strong heir. I can give you one! Lois can’t. She’s gone. It’s perfect! We could be a family-
Family?” He laughed. A hard, ugly sound. “You? Worthy?”
He kicked her away. Clapped his hands.
Four big guards in black suits walked in.
Ada’s heart hammered. “What… what are you doing? Joseph, it’s me!”
“Take her,” he said, turning his back. “To the best Witch Doctor. Get the thing in her belly out.”
“No! NO! It’s your pure-blood pup! You can’t!” she screamed, trying to shift, to fight.
He glanced back. “My child? You think you’re fit to carry my Alpha pup?” His voice was pure disgust. “Ada, you were a toy i bought with Gold Claws. Toys that break get thrown out.”
He looked at the guards. “Make it clean. No traces. Then dump her past the border. I don’t want to hear her name again.”
They dragged her out, kicking and screaming.
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.

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