Chapter 86
Chapter 86:
Victor slowly lowered his phone, a mocking smirk spreading across his face. His Inner Wolf reeked of unearned arrogance. “Look who survived. Where’s your Lycan master, Adelina? Did he finally realize a wolfless puppet isn’t worth his time to babysit p>
“You’re fired, Victor,” I stated, my tone dead and absolute. “Pack your desk and leave the premises p>
Victor laughed — a harsh, grating sound — but as he studied my unwavering expression, his smirk faltered. He slammed his feet onto the floor and stood up, his chest puffing out. “You can’t fire me! I’m the Assistant Manager! Uncle Vincent, tell this wolfless girl she has no real power here p>
I didn’t even blink. I tossed Harvey’s folder onto the center of the mahogany table. It landed with a heavy, definitive thud.
“Witness statements and security footage,” I announced, my eyes locking onto Vincent, who was already sweating profusely. “Theft of Pack assets and the sexual harassment of an Omega. He is a parasite p>
Vincent swallowed hard, his eyes darting nervously between the folder and his nephew. He stood up, attempting to salvage his crumbling authority. “Adelina, be reasonable. He’s family. He made a mistake, but we need Pack bloodline stability right now, especially after recent events p>
“Recent events?” I stepped closer to Vincent, the atmospheric pressure in the room shifting to match my cold fury. “You mean Brent sitting in a human jail cell for using silver on me? There is plenty of room in that cell, Vincent p>
Vincent flinched as if I had physically struck him.
“The Blackstone Empire’s fifty-million-dollar contract relies entirely on my leadership,” I continued, my voice dropping to a lethal whisper designed to shatter his cowardly Inner Wolf. “If you protect this parasite, I will formally declare you a traitor to the Pack. You will be stripped of your assets and exiled. You will be a Rogue by sunset p>
The threat of becoming a hunted Rogue was the ultimate death sentence. Vincent’s scent instantly curdled into pure, suffocating terror. He looked at Victor, the last shred of his familial loyalty evaporating under the weight of self-preservation.
“Get out, Victor,” Vincent choked out, refusing to meet his nephew’s eyes.
𝘑𝘰𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗵𝖾 𝗰𝗈𝗆𝗆uni𝗍𝘆 𝗮t
“What? You’re letting her do this?!” Victor roared, lunging forward.
Before he could take two steps, Harvey Hester and a Pack Warrior grabbed him by the arms. Victor thrashed and cursed, his pathetic Alpha facade crumbling as they forcibly dragged him out of the boardroom.
The heavy doors clicked shut, leaving a ringing silence in their wake. I looked around the room. The scent of the remaining Pack executives had shifted entirely — the pity and doubt were gone, replaced by a heavy, undeniable awe. I had just proven that I was the only master of this Pack.
Exhaustion seeped into my bones as I finally retreated to my father’s old Alpha office. I closed the door, the faint, pure scent of winter snow and pine offering a brief moment of sanctuary. I crossed to the leather chair and sank into it, closing my eyes.
Before I could even take a full breath, my cell phone vibrated violently against the mahogany desk.
I opened my eyes and looked at the glowing screen.
Mother.