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“Okay,” she says, nodding. “I can do that. A few of them are in prison now because of those Alpha Alliance rescues.”

“I’ll take the full list. We can possibly rule out the guys who have bigger problems, but I’d rather know what I’m looking at to start with. Pete already has a list of your security guards, am I right?”

“Uh, yeah. He already started security checks with your company.”

“Good. I’ll need the full list of staff, too. Everything from the chefs to the cleaners.”

Her eyes widen. “You’re going to run checks on everyone?”

“It’s not usually necessary, but in this case, we can’t take any chances.”

She might not know she belongs to us yet, but she will soon, and maybe then she’ll understand why we need to be so careful. I’d want to be more cautious with anyone in her situation, and that goes double for my future true mate.

She looks anxious as she starts clicking and typing.

A few seconds later, the sound of the printer on her desk makes me groan inwardly.

Administrative work always has that effect on me.

It’s the least fun part of running my own business.

Lana gets up when the printer sounds stop.

She picks up the pile of paper and brings it over to where I’m standing by the side of the coffee table. Handing it over, she stands there and folds her arms under her chest.

“You know Melvin’s going to look even harder for more dirt now that he’s found some.”

I take the warning with a grain of salt. “He can look, but he won’t find shit.”

“These are the lists of staff and donors,” she tells me. “I’m not supposed to hand these out to just anyone, so you’ll have to fill out the form at the back before you start sending everything to your team to investigate. I need to scan it into our HR file before you’ve started working for us, and if anything’s off with the timings I could literally lose my job. Understand?”

She stares at me for a long moment while I consider how badly losing this job would affect her feelings for my pack. I’d do it, even if it meant she’d never speak to me again, if it was the only way to keep her safe.

I’d be lying to myself if I pretended it was.

As much as I hate being here, I can do whatever it takes to protect her while she does the good work she’s been doing since before my pack came into her life.

Sighing, I hold out my hand. “Do you have a pen?”

She picks one up from the coffee table and hands it to me.

I leaf through the pages until I get to the form.

Just looking at it makes me cringe.

But if this is what she needs, I’d better get it done.

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Lana

Owen’s attitude seems more understandable now that he’s told me about his past, but the last thing I need right now is another distraction, and having a moody Alpha looking all bad-boy sexy in his leather jacket hanging around my office really isn’t helping me to concentrate on work.

He sighs as he sits down on the sofa that faces away from my desk. He promptly hunches over the coffee table to fill out the forms, using the pen I gave him.

I move back to my desk quickly, ignoring the fluttering in my stomach that started when his fingers brushed against mine as I handed him that pen.

Hiding behind my computer screen, I force myself to concentrate on what needs to be done.

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