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I couldn’t help but wonder how long I had before the whole world realized I truly was my father’s daughter.

CHAPTER 2

Frankie

“So,what do you want me to do about this?” I stared down at the body of my uncle. The pool of blood he was laying in was too small for him to have been killed here.

Yeah I was a private detective with my own agency – paid for with the money from my trust fund – but if my father had wanted Genesis to solve this murder, he would have called my aunt. Not me.

When Lucy had left the Lopez pack, my father agreed to let me go with her even though I was his only alpha child – his only potential heir. His desire as an alpha father to protect his omega child was stronger than his need for his legacy to be carried on.

I admired that about him which was why I always used him as my role model whenever I was feeling overwhelmed by the confines of what it meant to be a true alpha.

My father always put his pack before politics.

“This isn’t going to be made public,” he said, affirming my assumptions. “But I don’t plan to keep it quiet either.”

Trying to keep things quiet would only backfire in the end.

“So, what are you going to do?” I shifted my gaze from the dead alpha to my father, studying his body language and taking in what little of his pheromones I could scent.

He slid his gaze to me and I felt my stomach flip in anticipation. “What would you do in this situation, Francesca?”

I tipped my head back to study the glass ceiling of the greenhouse and sighed, making a show of looking irritated and inconvenienced when deep down I was actually panicking.

How long has it been since I’ve had to think this way? How many years since I was forced to overthink every tiny thing?

Overthinking was something I was naturally good at which was why I’d studied criminal psychology, but there was a bubble around me when it came to work. Those cases never affected me directly.

This world of legacies was the very opposite of that.

I should have known my quiet peace in my indulgent game of pretend over the last decade was eventually going to come to an end.

Now I had to put myself in these situations again which I didn’t exactly love, but there was nothing else I could do. I’d chosen this path.

This was my life now.

So, what would I do? What would I do if I were the alpha of this entire pack and an uncle of mine had made it publicly known he hated me and was then killed and planted in my sanctuary?

The early morning sun glittered down on us through the glass ceiling, scattering rainbows everywhere. It was going to get hot soon, but this place had climate control specifically geared towards the best possible conditions for my father’s rose obsession.

Decay and rot was something I was deeply familiar with and a dead body wouldn’t decompose as quickly here as it would outside.

I then considered all my father’s resources and the motive behind a murder like this before deigning to answer.

Francisco Lopez was a patient alpha. He didn’t push me to answer right away. After all, he was the one who’d taught me how important it was to have patience during a hunt – how rash decisions and reactions could endanger us all.

“I’d ask Lucy to look into the security footage as well as whatever she could hack into in the surrounding areas,” I admitted.

But Lucy wasn’t here. She was taking a leave of absence for her honeymoon and I was without a partner for the first time in my life. I had no one to rely on other than myself.

“I’d also gather whatever private intel I could on members of the pack and compile evidence as I moved the body.”

My father squeezed my shoulder encouragingly. “Where would you move it?”

“Somewhere neutral since I don’t have the time to plant it somewhere associated with the person behind his death.” I glanced down at my uncle, hating what this meant. “Someone’s clearly trying to frame the alpha because they can’t challenge them properly.”

“Good work.” The alpha of the Lopez pack and the most notorious shark lawyer in the country flicked his fingers and three of his soldiers melted out of the shadows to get down to business. “I’ll take it from here. Thank you, Francesca.”

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