Chapter 43
Chapter 43:
“Mr. Gross is relieved of his duties, pending an external audit,” I ordered, my voice ringing with absolute authority. “Escort him off the premises p>
The Warriors didn’t hesitate. They grabbed Arthur by his armpits and hauled him out of his leather chair. He thrashed and stammered, but they dragged him out of the office, his protests echoing down the hallway until the doors clicked shut.
The room fell into a dead, peaceful silence.
I stood alone in the office, looking at the polished mahogany desk that now belonged to me. I had won the battle, but the five million dollars sitting in my account felt like a heavy, gilded leash. I pulled up Kain’s text message, my pride refusing to let me become just another purchased asset.
I am recording this as a loan against my 20% Pack shares, I typed, my fingers flying across the screen. Don’t think we’re even.
I hit send, my heart hammering against my ribs.
Three gray dots appeared almost instantly. A moment later, Kain’s reply illuminated the screen.
Call it whatever helps you sleep. Just don’t let them win.
W𝗲 𝗎𝗽d𝘢𝘁𝘦 𝘦𝘃e𝘳𝘺 we𝖾𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝘨а𝘭𝗻о𝗏е𝘭ѕ.cо𝘮
Adelina POV
The morning after I purged Arthur Gross from the CFO’s office, I didn’t wait for the dust to settle. I needed to strike while Vincent Parrish was still bleeding.
The lobby of The Wolfe Hotel Group HQ was a cavernous space of cold marble and grand staircases. By 10:00 AM, it was packed with Pack members in frayed uniforms, their collective scent a suffocating cloud of anxiety and suppressed fear.
“Lock the main doors, Harvey,” I ordered, my voice echoing off the high ceiling.
Harvey Hester, Vincent’s lapdog of a Head of Security, hesitated. But the two veteran Warriors flanking me growled low in their chests, and Harvey quickly complied, the heavy brass locks clicking shut. The lobby transformed into a makeshift tribunal.
Before I could speak, the elevator doors chimed open. Vincent Parrish stormed out, his face purple with rage. His Inner Wolf snarled, leaking a foul, sour scent of threatened dominance.
“What is the meaning of this, Adelina?” Vincent roared, shoving his way through the crowd. “You think firing Arthur makes you a Luna? You’re a wolfless Omega playing dress-up p>
I ignored him, turning my gaze to the sea of anxious faces.
“As of this morning, Arthur Gross and Harvey Hester are suspended pending a forensic audit,” I announced, my voice ringing with absolute clarity. Gasps rippled through the crowd. “They have been embezzling from the trust funds meant for the widows of fallen Warriors and the education of Pack pups p>
Silence slammed into the room. In the werewolf world, stealing from widows and pups wasn’t just a crime — it was treason against the Pack’s very foundation.
“Lies!” Vincent spat, lunging forward to grab my arm. His grip was bruising. “You have no proof, and you have no money to run this place! The accounts are empty p>
I looked down at his hand, then up into his panicked eyes. He had just confessed to draining the accounts in front of everyone.