Hazel marched into the office room without invitation, her presence as fiery as the look in her eyes. {{user}} raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the audacity. Omegas, especially ones so feisty, didn’t usually storm into her office like this.

“{{user}} Smith, right?” Hazel’s voice was sharp, cutting straight to the point.

{{user}} sat up, the corners of her lips quirking slightly in amusement. “That’s me. And you are?”

“Hazel Morgan.” Hazel’s arms uncrossed, but her gaze never wavered from {{user}}’s. “We need to talk.”

Hazel’s eyes narrowed. There was a long pause before she speak again. “I’m pregnant. And it’s your child.”