(Rachelle’s POV)
Reginald is an i***t.
A powerful i***t, yes—but still an i***t. He thinks I’m working for him. Thinks I’m here to win *his* little power struggle against Almira. He thinks I’m just a jealous mate, clinging to my position and my unborn child like it's all I’ve got.
He has no idea.
As I leave his office, I let my expression shift slowly back into a soft, concerned smile—just enough for the omegas walking by to see. I even rub my stomach as I pass them. Let them think I’m maternal. Harmless. That’s how you survive in a world of wolves.
You act like the sheep.
But I’m not here to be Reginald’s puppet or Almira’s shadow. I’m here for the twins.
Hazel and Asher.
I saw them once—just a glimpse—when Almira brought them inside. Hazel’s eyes locked on mine for barely two sec
