“The alpha needs an heir now, and you’re a little too young for him. I hope you understand him” the beta said, then turned and walked away without another word.
That left just Alan, me, and Mr Sinclair. Alan let out a long, frustrated sigh and disappeared too, leaving the room eerily quiet. I searched for a place to sit, my chest heavy with irritation, and Mr Sinclair stayed standing, his eyes fixed on me.
“When you get home, gather your things. I’ll give you the money you requested. I need to get back to work,” he said, his tone clipped, final.
So that was it. He was telling me I was on my own. He reached into his pocket, pulled a few bucks, and tossed it to me. I watched it land at my feet, my hands gripping the edge of the chair as he spoke “take a cab home, my I'll call my wife to g
