She Left Barefoot and Came Back Rich
"I reject you."
Three hundred wolves in the hall heard it, my stepsister stood beside my mate with her hand on his arm and a smile she'd practiced in the mirror that morning.
My father, the Alpha, sat in his chair and let it happen.
Grant said the words. Two years of his scent on my skin, two years of him promising he'd stand beside me no matter what, and he looked me in the eye and rejected me in front of everyone I'd ever known.
I left that night, climbed the fence because nobody would open the gate, tore my collarbone open on the iron and didn't stop to bleed. Barefoot on a gravel road at 2 AM, with nothing but the clothes on my back and a secret I didn't know I was carrying yet.
Four weeks pregnant.
That was five years ago, now I go by Dara Lund, corner office, 34th floor, a view of the Hudson I bought with three years of four-hour nights, and a five-year-old son, the only reason I check the locks twice before bed.
The pack that exiled me barefoot and pregnant? Now broke, bleeding money and begging me for a partnership they don't deserve.
They sent Grant.
He shook my hand and didn't recognize me. When it landed, he went white.
"Dara?"
"It's Ms. Lund in this building."
That alone I could've handled, but there's a rival Alpha named Nico Brannick buying up my supply chain piece by piece, and the first time he walks into my office, my wolf, the one I haven't let off the leash in two years, claws her way out through my ribs.
Second-chance bond, the kind I stopped believing in.
He looks at me across the table and says, "You're going to be a problem."
He has no idea what kind, though my stepsister is still sitting in the Luna seat she stole from me.
So yeah, I left barefoot, I came back rich, though I haven't decided yet whether I'm here to save them, buy them, or burn them to the fucking ground.
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