The slap came so fast I barely saw it coming. Cassandra’s palm connected with my cheek with a sharp c***k that echoed through the office.
“You bastard,” she hissed, her green-gold eyes blazing with rage. “You think you can buy your way out of fatherhood?”
I touched my stinging cheek, my wolf snarling at the physical assault. “I’m offering you a practical solution.”
“You’re offering me blood money in exchange for our pup’s life,” Cassandra spat. “I wouldn’t take a penny from you if I was starving.”
She grabbed the pregnancy test results from my desk, clutching them protectively against her chest. “This child will know exactly what kind of Alpha their father really is.”
“Cassandra, wait—”
But she was already storming toward the door, her heels clicking angrily against the hardwoo
