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Dalia's POV
Breathless and frantic, I burst through the door to Jeremy Morris's office.
"Jeremy Morris," I gasped, fighting to steady my racing pulse.
"Miss Dalia—"
I had sprinted past his startled secretary, ignoring her protests as she tried to block my path. Jeremy Morris sat hunched over his massive mahogany desk, absorbed in reviewing what appeared to be official documents.
His head snapped up sharply, deep lines creasing his forehead. I moistened my dry lips as every rehearsed word evaporated from my thoughts.
What in the world was I thinking?
You're doing this for Orion, my inner wolf Darby snarled fiercely.
He's our destined mate. Tell him the truth about our bond.
No. I'm going to reject that bond completely.
Don't even think such things, Darby whimpered pitifully.
"What's the meaning of this intrusion?" Jeremy Morris demanded, his voice sharp with irritation at my dramatic entrance.
