HAIDEN’S POV
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Sienna strolls into my office, her heels clicking against the tiles as she wanders over to the chair, halting and she rests her hands on the back of it. No, more like grab it, her nails digging into the cushion. “Why was she here?” my gaze lazily lifts from the computer screen. “Who?” my gaze drags down to the screen again. I only focus on the blueprints of extending the pack. “Emily! Look at me!” she demands, screaming at the top of her lungs. I sigh, sitting back, “What?” I ask confused and baffled.
“Emily,” she sneers, “I know she was here,” she crosses her arms, her bottom lip quivering while her eyes glass over. “So?” I shrug. Emily Coffey isn’t my problem anymore, because she legally now belongs to someone else, to another pack and she can’t come back, she has no r
