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By 3pm, my inbox was clear, my reports spotless. I’d even triple-checked the shipment projections for his next board review. There was nothing he could complain about, nothing to use as an excuse to drag me into his office. I’d made myself invisible. Lunch in the cafeteria reminded me I wasn’t. The place was crowded, voices low and wary. Conversations dipped as soon as I entered. The scent of wolves everywhere—different, layered—made my head spin for a moment. I grabbed a tray and moved down the line, keeping my eyes down, trying to ignore the whispers. “She’s the Alpha’s human,” one woman muttered behind me. “The Alpha’s mistake,” another answered. I didn’t turn. I didn't need to. Their laughter was small and mean. A pair of men standing guard, near the end of the line, went still. T
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