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Joy. She was here.

Fuck me, my mate was here.

My wolf howled with, well, joy.

I walked swiftly forward to scoop Remy up, then went to Joy and pulled her into me. I kissed her forehead, in front of her messy bun. She smelled like sunshine and my mate.

“I’m sorry,” she began. “I didn’t meant to inter–”

“No. No one’s going to make Joy leave,” I said, cutting her off. She had nothing to apologize for. “And no one is taking Remy from us.” I put alpha command into my voice.

Joy didn’t feel it, but a shudder ran through Remy’s body, and Soraya froze. “We’ll see what the cops have to say about that,” she said, when she’d recovered.

“This is a waste of my time,” Rob said to Parker. “My enforcer has some data of our own to share, if the council member will listen.”

The look Rob gave him said he didn’t have a choice. He really didn’t, actually. Council members heard both sides of a problem.

“Very well,” Parker conceded.

Soraya huffed and tapped her foot on the floor.

Johnny stepped forward. “I offer you my condolences, Soraya, on last week’s death of your father.”

Parker’s head whipped to Soraya.

“I should also offer you condolences on the fact that you didn’t receive a dime of his vast fortune as owner of Stanton Oil. The will states that his granddaughter, Remington Sparks, is Martin Stanton’s sole beneficiary.”

Johnny had dug up this information since I called him yesterday. His network of enforcer connections came through. Thank fuck.

This was the real reason Soraya had suddenly shown up to claim Remy. She wanted to get her hands on that money. When we learned that detail yesterday, I was equally relieved and fucking furious. The conniving, heartless bitch.

“Is this true?” Parker asked Soraya.

If looks could kill, we’d all be dead with the fierceness of Soraya’s glare. “Yes,” she pretty much snarled. “So?”

“It’s interesting, Parker, that a mother who has had zero interest in her child until that child becomes a billionaire.”