Chapter 29: The Unexpected Alpha Philanthropist
Moana

My trance with the TV was broken by the sound of Selina’s voice coming from beside me.

“Interesting,” she said, wiping her hands on her apron. “That’s more than I expected.”

I turned to face her, still surprised by Edrick’s sudden act of generosity. “He doesn’t do things like this often, does he?” I asked.

Selina shrugged. “Every so often. It’s usually once a year or so these past few years, but it’s never made public, and it’s rarely this much. I wonder what changed to make him donate such a large amount and for him to allow it to be televised.”

“And to an orphanage, no less,” Lily chimed in from behind me.

Shrugging again, Selina turned around and started to head back to the kitchen. I followed her, still curious about the situation. “You said it’s been happening just for the past few years?” I asked.

back turned to me as she scrubbed so hard at the stovetop with a damp sponge that it was making

as she searched for cartoons. I searched WereCorp’s most recent public relations campaigns, and lo and behold: there was

said suddenly from behind me. I hadn’t realized it, but she must have grown bored of flipping through the television channels and was now

pulling her onto my

with the sweet sounds of the little girl’s giggles, but I couldn’t quite shake the feeling in

later that night. I was laying in my own bed; I wondered if he was coming back to the penthouse at all, and if he did, I wondered if he wouldn’t want to sleep together after our

and stormed over to the other side

up from my sketchbook to look at Edrick as he sat on the edge of the bed.

Edrick asked. His tone of voice

that just yesterday you

Edrick interrupted. “I have to do certain things sometimes to uphold the image of my

as I looked back down at my sketchbook and continued working on my most recent drawing: a

for several minutes — so long, in fact, that I wondered if he was even going to answer at all. He laid down on the other side of the bed on his side, with his back turned to me. The only sounds in the room were the sounds of the city below, which was nothing but white noise to me after growing up in the city. Aside from the sounds of the city, there was the sound of my pencil scratching on the paper

a

some… human… workers in the factories think that they’re not treated as equally as their werewolf counterparts,” he said. “It’s absurd, really. I’ve always tried my best to be fair to everyone in my company. And now the media is trying to contact my PR department in order to

to look over at Edrick. “Why do they say

shrugged. “It’s

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