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.

damp sponge that it was making the metal racks on the inside of the oven rattle. “If you’re really all that interested, you can look online. I’m

was in the kitchen, so now Ella was flipping absentmindedly through the channels as she searched for cartoons. I searched WereCorp’s most recent public relations campaigns, and lo and behold: there was a list of articles with vague information on Edrick’s donations over the past few

must have grown bored of flipping through the television channels and was now hanging over the back of the couch, watching as I

I yelled playfully, tossing down my phone and grabbing her, pulling her onto my lap and beginning to tickle her. “It’s not very nice

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

at all, and if he did, I wondered if he wouldn’t want to sleep together after our argument. Eventually, however, I heard the sound of footsteps outside my door, followed by

door and came in. He was already in his pajamas, and stormed over to the other side of the bed without a word. I could tell that he was still mad at

saw an interesting interview on the television today,” I said, glancing up from my sketchbook to look at Edrick as he sat on the

tone

I just think it’s interesting that just yesterday you thought that compassion was pointless, and

two different things,” Edrick interrupted. “I have to do certain things sometimes to uphold

is that?” I asked as I looked back down at my sketchbook and continued working on my most recent drawing: a picture of the city

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

a sudden, he

that 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

to look over at Edrick. “Why do they say

“It’s

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