Page 53 of Packed in the Fire house

Desperate.

I hadn't thought about sex for years. I had practically been a nun until Walker and I had gone at it on his desk.

Clearly his attention had woken up my lady business, because my body felt hungry for release.

Not that I was going to act on that feeling. I’d already accosted Walker once. I couldn't do it again.

No matter how much I wanted to.

As I padded toward the bathroom, intent on taking a shower, my phone rang for probably the sixtieth time that day.

Checking the caller ID, even though I already knew who it was, I glared at the screen.

Unknown Number.

I wanted to laugh. Unknown, my ass. I knew exactly who was calling me—Gregory.

Why wouldn’t he get the message and leave me alone?

I had been avoiding his calls, but given my highly irritated state, I pressedanswerbefore I even thought it through.

“Why the fuck aren’t you answering me?” Gregory snarled.

Usually that voice would make me shrink back in fear, but for reasons beyond me, I wasn’t scared—I waspissed.

“Gregory. Stop calling me. We are done,” I said, keeping my voice level.

He was silent for a moment. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice taking on a sweet tone. “You know you become irrational when you’re going into heat.”

I frowned. I wasn’t due for a heat, and he would know that, considering he’d acted like a reprehensible asshole during my last one.

“No heat, I just want nothing to do with you.”

A frustrated growl escaped Gregory. “Look, the brat is my child, and you know that I need him. My family will cut me off from my inheritance. He’s my heir.”

I resisted the urge to gag. “You have no interest in having a child,” I pointed out.

“That’s what you’re meant to do! It’s not my fault you’re a failure of an omega and can’t handle one child. You should be thankful I’ve given you so many chances.”

My hands shook as I spoke. “Well, I don’t need any more chances.”

“If you don’t come back, I’ll take my son.”

That threat.

That was what scared me the most.

My chest tightened, and my breathing became erratic.

Then it dawned on me—legally, I had a way out.

“He’s not your son. I’m bonded now.”

A spluttering sound came through the phone, and Gregory didn’t speak for a moment. Eventually, he found words. “You’re lying!”

“Nope, completely bonded. Now, seeing as you didn't want to be on Luka’s birth certificate, you have zero legal claim to him. So, get it through your head, Gregory. We are no longer part of your life.” I growled the final word before hanging up.

For a moment, I stood there, shaking like a leaf while I tried to catch my breath.

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