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She nodded once, the motion crisp, regal like Iris whispered in her mind. The door swung open. She stepped out, the sun catching the gloss of her hair, the uniform hugging her figure like it had been stitched for her alone. A ripple went through the crowd. “Is that…?” “Alpha Desmond’s daughter.” “She’s even prettier than the rumors.” “God, look at the car…” Jenna swallowed hard, spine stiff. She’d been stared at before but always with suspicion, envy, and hatred. Here, the eyes were reverent. Hungry. Worshipful.

“She knows she doesn’t belong here.” But Marcus smiled softly and continued, “Jenna signed a huge deal with J&J Corporation. Her ability is unquestionable. But... her relationship with my son isn’t what you all imagined.” Another pause. Every ear leaned closer. Every eye was fixed on Marcus. Then his smile widened. Proud. Unapologetic. “I’d like to take this opportunity to introduce Jenna to everyone.” Gasps rippled across the crowd. Whispers bloomed instantly. Even the media crew shifted their cameras closer. A few of the Hidalgos sat upright, their confusion written all over their faces. Rex’s eyes narrowed, his mind racing.

She holds up the letter in her hand. “A letter? Why didn’t you mind-link?” Ah, yes. Let’s see you get out of this one, fake Gianna. “Rogue!” Jenna yells before fake Gianna can say anything. Jenna’s eyes are suddenly white over; wind flows through her white hair and around her ankles. “Jenna, what are you talking about?” Orrin yells over the sound of the wind. Fake Gianna’s eyes are wide in shock. She tries to move, but she’s stuck to the spot in which she’s standing.

Questions burst out before I could stop them. “Who are you? How do you know about Emma? What exactly was she doing? Now she is dead, how can we stop it?” Jenna chuckled, the sound carrying both amusement and sadness. “Young people. So much energy.” Shaking her head, she reached for her veil carefully. The black fabric slipped away, and an elderly woman appeared before me—short white hair, wrinkled skin, and tired eyes that had clearly seen too much suffering. “My name is Jenna Fernandez.”

The air rushed from my lungs. Eleanor Ortega. I’d seen her name in society magazines, a titan of industry in her own right, always photographed with a frosty, unapproachable elegance. Seeing her in person was like facing a perfectly carved ice sculpture. “Ms. Ortega,” I managed, my voice tighter than I wanted it to be. I didn't step aside to let her in. “Jeff… he’s supposed to be here. We have plans.”

Jenna slammed her hands down on the table and stood up. She drew the attention of everyone in the hall. “If you think for a second that I will play second fiddle to that little Omega, you are sadly mistaken,” she stated. I felt my face go red as everyone knew I was the Omega she was speaking about. “She is nothing but trouble, and needs to leave,” she added as tears formed in her eyes.

He brought his hand close to touch me but I shifted away, he looked saddened like he was hurt by my action, but who wouldn't be after losing my child he started getting close to me like he was not the reason why my child died in the first place "How was your night?" Can't his deep voice, I was caught off guard I looked at him in shock, the Almighty Alpha Ortega is asking me how my night went, I acted like I didn't hear him and kept quiet. The door opened and Lady Bianca walked in, "Melissa dear how was your night?" She giggled happily looking between Alpha Ortega and me, she dropped the tray of food which she was holding on the table and advance towards me, she sat close to me on the bed and

a husky voice from the back said. Bryan stiffened. This was unexpected and he hated surprises. Could this be a trap? Yaeger straightened. “Present yourself.” The crowd parted, revealing a young meek-looking girl. The crowd buzzed with anticipation as she ascended the stage with small measured steps. Roy gasped. “Jenna?” Yaeger's eyes burned with fury. “Who are you?” “Jennifer from the Garcia pack, granddaughter to the pack leader.” Roy felt a shockwave of disbelief. Jenna was a princess?

Anyway, since Marcus was coming, he didn’t have to worry about Daniella, and their assistants could be arranged to go home on their own. It was barely five minutes later when another Cessna plane touched down at the resort’s helipad. Ortega smiled because Marcus was fast. He texted Marcus his room number after checking in. He needed to do some research on how to get back with Lilian. It’s childish and cheap, but he would do everything to achieve his goal. Ortega just opened a website after he keyed in his question when Marcus knocked on the door. It was open as he was waiting for him, but Marcus was just polite and thoughtful about his privacy. “Come in,” he called for him to just get inside

Cristian, however, remains perfectly still, those silver eyes locked on me, his expression unreadable except for the slow curve at the corner of his mouth. Jenna jumps in without missing a beat. “I am Jenna, and if you don’t take care of my sis, I will hunt you down and sucker punch your face and your El Toro so hard you will NEVER have children. I am talking hospital visits, stitches, the whole fireworks.” We all gasp in unison. “Jenna!”