CHLEO
Three days had passed since Killian left. He texted me a couple of times, but he was busy, so we couldn’t talk much. I realized I missed him more than I thought I would. Alpha Johnson allowed me to work from home; he said he felt I was safer in my apartment than walking around the packhouse. Apparently, some of the other staff members commented about my becoming Queen, and they weren’t friendly.
That afternoon, someone knocked at my door. When I looked through the peephole, I saw a face I hadn’t seen or wanted to see in three years: Rebecca Clare.
I opened the door, and my gaze fell on her baby bump. She rubbed her hand over it. “Hi, Chleo,” she said.
“Rebecca,” I answered, “what are you doing here?”
“I wanted to talk to you so many times,” she told me, “but, like a coward, I av
