"You mean to say I can't break this damn contract at all?!" Emily's emerald eyes filled hot and fast with tears, spilling over her flushed cheeks as raw panic gripped her tight in the chest.
She couldn't believe this nightmare, not right now when her fresh omega reveal should have set her free to live on her terms, not chained her forever as Felix's unwanted fiancée like some old property deal.
The lawyer adjusted his thin glasses with a grim little frown, papers rustling heavy and final on the safehouse coffee table cluttered with mugs and notes.
"Unfortunately, no clean legal way out, Miss Emily—the terms are airtight, ironclad from top to bottom."
Hellen's rugged face darkened like thunder rolling low and slow, her honey-citrus scent spiking sharp with protective rage, big arms crossing tight over her broad chest as she loomed taller.
"There's nothing we can do at all? No hidden loopholes, no technicalities we can exploit?"
