Ashley's POV
The pale glow of my phone's screen burned my eyes in the early morning. A significant amount of money had been deposited into the orphanage's account—it was the event budget. Right after, a text from Cecilia popped up.
"Good morning, Luna Ashley. The funds have been sent. Hebert and I spent quite some time discussing it in the study, and I managed to convince him to approve an additional 20% for your ‘charity work.' Maybe you can use the money to buy more supplements for your little pups. You know Hebert is always generous with the pack members, so don't feel pressured."
Her words, dripping with condescension and superiority, made me feel sick. Paired with the nausea from my pregnancy, my stomach churned violently, forcing me to rush to the bathroom and dry heave ov
